Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Given Up On Her Life

Islinda had a bad dream.

In that dream, she killed somebody. Not exactly somebody, but her sister Remy and Valerie walked in on her trying to bury the body. She could not forget the look on his face, the vivid disgust with which he stared at her. She tried to explain to him why she did it, but he wouldn’t even listen and just when she was about to go to him, someone grabbed her.

It was Aldric.

"I see the same darkness in you, Islinda. You belong with me." He said, beginning to tug on her arm.

"No, no, no," She shook her head frantically, "Valerie....!" Islinda screamed his name. She begged him for help, but he turned his back on her.

"Valerie....!" Islinda screamed, startled awake.

She was breathing heavily and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Islinda forced herself into a sitting position and the world whirled around her. The dream had left an unpleasant aftertaste such that her head spun and her stomach twisted in knots.

She must be sick, Islinda thought as she leaned across the bed, dangling dangerously at the edge, and sucked in a lungful of air until she felt better. Thankfully, she didn’t throw up, that would have been messy.

Islinda closed her eyes to rest a bit only to realize her surroundings were unfamiliar and her eyes narrowed at once. Where was she? The bed was soft, extremely soft - the softest she has ever lain in to be precise. Then the memories hit her and she jumped from the bed as if it hurt her.

That bastard!

He brought her here! Where was here?! What does he plan to do with her here?! How was she going to get out of here?!

Islinda was confused and had no idea what to do. But anger was very much running through her veins and she intended to bring it down on him. It was said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Aldric was about to get it from her. Only death would stop their wretched fate.

Without further ado, Islinda stomped over to the door and turned the knob and as expected, it was locked. That son of a devil was going to get it from her.

"Aldric, open the door this instant! You cannot keep me here forever! I am not your slave and I refuse to be one! Let me out now!" She pounded her fists on the door.

When there was no response, she resorted to threatening him, "If you don’t let me out of here, I’m going to kill myself." She cackled like a witch, "You have plans for me, right? Well, I’m going to ruin that!"

Islinda turned around as she spoke, searching for a weapon to fulfill her threat but her room seemed bare of one. The room contained the large bed she had slept on, a hearth, an armoire, a chair, and a study table and yet there was still enough space left.

No, her room alone was almost the size of her cottage back at home. The walls were decorated with an aesthetic tapestry and Islinda had no doubt the sun and moon drawings had cultural representation for the Fae. The room was luxurious.

But if this was a bribe to buy her over, It. Was. Not. Going. To. Work.

"You bastard!" Islinda screamed at the top of her voice. No, she was losing her mind. Was this his plan all along, to break her with the silence?

She huffed as if she was going to stay still.

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