Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450: What Am I?

Islinda’s thoughts were jumbled, and the voice calling out to her sounded distant and muffled. She could only make out what he was saying by squinting up at him and watching his lips move. She tried to respond, to reassure him that she was fine and just needed to gather her thoughts, but no words came out. Instead, her mouth opened and closed helplessly, panic gnawing at her chest.

"By the gods, you should sit," Andre said, greatly concerned when he saw her disoriented state. He realized he shouldn’t have pushed her too far. In all honesty, he didn’t understand why he had done it. He just felt an overwhelming anger at her toying with his brother’s emotions, especially considering their rivalry. He knew it wouldn’t end well.

"Here, sit," Andre guided her back to the seat, noticing that she was shaking uncontrollably. It was clear she was in shock.

"Okay, take deep breaths. Listen to the sound of my voice and follow my instructions. One...two...yes, just like that."

Islinda’s heart pounded against her chest, each beat loud and thunderous, shaken by the fear of her discovery. But Andre’s voice was soothing, and she obediently followed his instructions, taking deep, calming breaths until the overwhelming panic began to fade.

"That’s it, you’re doing great," Andre reassured her. He knelt before her, patiently patting her back.

When Islinda looked at him, she saw intense sympathy in his eyes, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. It was all too much. In just one night, she had been attacked, died, seemingly been resurrected, confronted about her feelings by Andre, and now she couldn’t even remember her own mother. It felt like a blank slate, an emptiness in her mind.

She couldn’t bear it any longer. There was no break. It was overwhelming. While her life hadn’t been perfect as a human, at least she knew what to expect and tried to make the best of it. But here, she was expected to keep up with beings who were physically stronger and had centuries of experience.

And then there was her disastrous love life, assuming she even had one. Islinda thought she knew what she wanted, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Why was everything so difficult? Why couldn’t there be a single good thing in her life? She regretted the day she met Valerie, as it was that encounter that led her to getting involved with Aldric and this cursed fate.

Islinda sobbed uncontrollably, the anguish and pain threatening to break her. At first, Andre was frozen, caught off guard by her outburst. But his heart softened, and he understood her struggle. He quickly gathered her into his arms, comforting her by rubbing her back.

"Don’t worry, let it all out," Andre said soothingly.

As if those words held magic, Islinda let out a strangled cry and wrapped her arms around Andre, pulling him as close as possible, seeking solace. Her cries were muffled as she buried her face in his chest.

"What’s wrong with me?" Islinda wept, her teeth clenched and sobs wracking her body.

"There’s nothing wrong with you. We’ll figure this out together," Andre reassured her.

Islinda cried until her eyes were red and she was certain they would be swollen the next morning. She felt immense embarrassment for her breakdown and couldn’t bring herself to meet Andre’s gaze. She feared he would see her as weak and overly emotional.

Thankfully, Andre was a kinder person than she had imagined, and he didn’t bring up her emotional outburst. Instead, they focused on the important conversation at hand.

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