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He’s close now, but it doesn’t feel like a person standing in front of me.
It feels like fate.
“I’m not a man anymore, Isabella,” he says, his voice like the moment just before a blade drops. “I haven’t been one since they broke me, buried my sister’s leftovers, and left my mother’s bones to rot in the cold.”
His eyes burn, frost and flame.
“I am wrath. I am the shadow they forgot to fear. I am everyunanswered scream in the mouths of the innocent.”
He leans in, lips brushing my ear, not tender, but claiming.
“I will massacre them.”
My breath stalls, my heart drops.
“I will burn so hot the ghosts will rise just to watch. I will tear their legacy from the roots and salt the marrow of their children. I will make history flinch when it writes my name.”
He pulls back to look at me, his hand cupping my jaw like I’m something fragile, something untouchable.
“You want to know why?”
I nod, just once.
He doesn’t blink.
“Because I will never build this for you,” he growls, motioning to the monument behind him. “I will never kneel in a field and speak your name to the wind like you’re gone. I will never bury you.”
The wind howls through the trees like it knows him now.
“I would rather drown the world in blood than live in it without you.”
Chapter 72
A Godless Return
Aslanov
Yesterday, Ada and Karpov made history bleed.
They timed it to the hour, the minute. Uploaded through ghost servers and back-channel proxies that lead nowhere, but echo everywhere. What they unleashed wasn’t just a leak; it was a virus. A purge.
One document. One sealed baptismal certificate. One forensic confirmation.
Isabella: daughter of the dead king.
The underworld flinched.
I watched it spread in silence, sitting back as the empire of lies Lorenzo built began to rot from within. His men read her name, saw the signature of Salvatore, saw the dates and blood matches and DNA confirmation. They saw what he hid. What he gave away like she was nothing more than a liability.
And now?
Now they know she was the blood rightful to a throne he never owned.
Loyalty shattered. The foundation cracked. The whispers were immediate and vicious.
He’s not the chosen heir. He’s not the most direct blood.
He’s a thief.
