Awakening Love Reborn to Be His Duchess (Elowen Hale) novel Chapter 584

Chapter 584 Breaking Point

They passed through several secured gates, each one heavier than the last. The air grew colder, heavier.

Dominic was being held alone in a cleaner, guarded cell deeper inside.

Piers suddenly stopped. “Forgot something.”

He glanced at Iris. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Then he turned and walked off.

Iris remained where she was, watching.

Inside the cell, Dominic paced restlessly, his robes disheveled, hair undone. His hands clenched and released over and over, muttering under his breath.

The sound of Piers’s footsteps faded.

Iris stepped forward, leaving the shadows.

The moment Dominic saw her, his face lit up with desperate relief. He rushed to the bars.

“Iris! The Crown Prince sent you, didn’t he? He’s here to get me out, right? I knew it. He wouldn’t abandon me!”

Iris met his gaze calmly.

Then she said, flatly, “He’s not coming for you.”

Dominic froze. “What… what did you just say?”

She stepped closer.

“The Crown Prince showed you nothing but favor. He arranged a private passage for you, gave you freedom when tensions were already high. And how did you repay him?”

Her voice hardened.

“You got drunk. You caused a scene. You killed someone.”

She held his gaze.

“And now, because of you, he’s been reprimanded by His Majesty and confined to the Crown Prince’s Wing. From this moment on, everything you’ve done is your own responsibility. It has

nothing to do with the Crown Prince. He will not protect you.”

“No… no, that’s not possible!”

Dominic staggered back, panic rising. “I’ve done so much for him! Every step I took was a risk to my life! He can’t just cast me aside like this!”

His voice dropped, desperate. “Doesn’t he realize… I could tell them everything?”

Iris smiled.

“If you want to talk, then talk.”

She tilted her head slightly.

“But think it through. If you speak, does that save you? The Crown Prince has the Queen. He has the Baker family. And you?”

Her gaze swept over him.

“What do you have besides that position?”

Dominic’s breath turned ragged.

After a moment, he snapped, voice breaking. “The assassination attempt on the Nordian prince. Framing the Duke of Duskmoor. That was his order!”

Iris’s smile deepened.

“Yes. And yet every trace leads back to you. As for anything that ties directly to the Crown Prince… those traces are long gone. You know that.”

Dominic went still. Then the truth hit him.

He’s been cut loose. Completely.

Footsteps echoed behind them.

Piers returned, a sheet of parchment and ink in hand. “Orders from the minister. Everything said here gets recorded.”

He set the parchment down and looked up. “Go on.”

Iris stepped back, her tone once again composed. “The Crown Prince asks that you respect the law and speak truthfully. Do not let fear or resentment drive you into reckless accusations.”

She turned slightly and bowed. “Thank you for your assistance, my lord. My task is complete.”

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Piers escorted her out.

A short while later, he returned, gathering up the parchment with a faint smirk.

“So this is what happens when you let yourself be used,” he said lightly. “Everything’s fine while you’re useful. The moment something goes wrong, you’re disposable.”

He glanced at Dominic.

“Right now, the Crown Prince would rather you never speak again.”

Dominic’s fingers curled tightly.

Piers continued, almost casually, “I hear he’s already visited another household. Looks like he’s picking a replacement.”

He let that sink in.

“You killed a man. At worst, you lose your position. But the victim’s family lost their only son. A military man, from what I hear. Do you think he’ll let that go?”

A pause.

“You’ve got a newborn, don’t you?”

Dominic’s face drained of color.

Piers’s voice remained calm. “I wonder how a man like that might choose to settle his grief.”

With each word, Dominic seemed to shrink further.

By the end, he collapsed to the ground, strength draining out of him.

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