Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351: In The Arms Of Her Enemy

As Aldric’s words echoed, a chilling realization set in, causing Islinda’s blood to congeal, turning the warmth within her veins into an icy, paralyzing sensation. Every blood in her vein froze.

He had known.

Aldric had always known, the words repeated like a chant in her head. He had known that Rosalind would die. Premeditated that all of this would happen. How hilarious they had been to think they were being so careful in their plans when Aldric had always been one step ahead.

However, one thing dawned on Islinda above every other emotion surging through her. Aldric used her. Not that it was a new thing. The fact she was alive was because he had great use for her. He already used her as bait to trap Rosalind, the spy, and get her killed.

Fuck.

There had never been a chance for escape. Aldric bound her from the very start. How dare he steal her hope? How dare he take away the only thing she had been holding onto?! freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Lifting her face, their gazes locked and the anger surged through her. How dare he control her life and be so smug about it? Islinda didn’t even when she swiftly swung her hand with force, making contact with his cheek in a resounding slap.

The impact echoed in the air as Aldric’s head jerked to the side, a sharp stinging sensation radiating across his face. Islinda had used a lot of force in the slap, thus leaving a red handprint on his skin, evidence of her fury and frustration. But to her annoyance, she watched the imprint ebb away, courtesy of his quick regenerative ability.

Silence surrounded them, not the good kind, but the heavy kind that made Islinda hold her breath knowing she just committed a great offense and Aldric would surely break her neck. Not that she regretted her action. Islinda would slap him again if given the chance.

Aldric’s eyes widened in shock, startled by the intensity of her action. He had not seen that coming and no one had ever slapped him across his face, not even his mother. Although the wound had vanished as if it had never happened, he still felt the weight of her anger sear across his skin. The impact left an emotional imprint, a poignant reminder of her ire that he wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

A smile crossed his face as he felt his face, "Alright, I deserve that one."

Anger flashed in Islinda’s eyes, she had hit Aldric so he could feel the burning pain inside of her chest, the useless feeling of being used, and the helplessness, knowing there was nothing she could do anymore about it again.

And yet not only had the mark on his face healed, but he was smug. He did not know, or understand the suffocating feeling that wanted to tear her out from the inside out. He does not know what it is to be a prisoner. To have his life ambition and dreams taken away from him.

With the burning rage, Islinda struck him across the face and he said, "I deserve that too."

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