His Merciless Redemption novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Isabella’s POV

Confusion was worse than fear.

Fear at least had shape. Edges. Something you could brace against.

But this was like trying to hold water in my hands.

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I lay awake long after dinner and putting Mateo to bed, the room heavy with Dominic’s absence. My mind kept circling the same fragments, over and over again, never quite landing anywhere solid.

The conversation I’d overheard when Eduardo had been talking on the phone.

Unstable.

No one goes in.

The conversation I’d had with Dominic. That he needed time.

The conversation I’d had with Alessia.

Her saying that he was doing what was necessary.

That he was visiting hospitals.

And I knew she hadn’t been lying about that. I had smelled the scent of antiseptic on Dominic myself. But I had thought that he had, maybe, taken Alessia to the hospital. That clearly wasn’t the case. Then why?

None of it made sense. Not together. Not apart.

Dominic had said that he would tell me. I should trust him. And did. But I hated being in the dark like this when he was out there facing God knew what all alone. At this point, it felt as if he was hiding something huge from me.

All this secrecy, these cryptic conversations telling me things without really telling me anything were making my head spin. I felt like I’d go mad if I kept thinking about it like this.

I pressed my palms flat against the mattress, forcing myself to breathe.

I was tired, I told myself firmly, that was all. Trauma had a way of bending reality, of making shadows where there were none. I’d been through something violent, of course my thoughts were scattered. Of course I was seeing patterns that weren’t there. I needed to stop thinking too much, of trying to connect the dots, of trying to find patterns and connections where there weren’t any.

But this gnawing feeling that something was very, very wrong wouldn’t go away.

Maybe if I just slept it off, I wouldn’t feel so unsettled.

I vaguely recalled Dominic coming in at some point during theight and wrapping himself around me.

But by morning, he had left early again, and none of my previous confusion had lifted.

Dominic had been quiet in his departure. Careful. Like he didn’t want to wake the house, or me. But I’d woken up early today, enough to watch his car disappear from the window, my chest tight with a feeling I couldn’t name.

I told myself to let it go.

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I didn’t.

Instead, I rushed downstairs, grabbed my keys and followed Eduardo who left minutes after Dominic did.

Not because I expected anything. Not because I had a plan.

But because I needed something, anything, to make sense.

I knew what I was doing wasn’t a very good thing to do, but I felt like I’d go crazy if I didn’t.

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The drive took us away from the city, into a part of Florence that felt stripped of life. No cafés. No tourists. Just concrete and steel and buildings designed to be overlooked.

When Eduardo pulled up outside a small, unmarked medical facility parking right next to Dominic’s car, my stomach dipped.

Hospitals, Alessia had said.

I sat in my car for a long moment, heart pounding, my mind scrambling for reasonable explanations.

Injured men. Employees. Witnesses. It could be anyone. But why the secrecy? Why keep it hidden?

I cut the engine, getting out of the car.

Inside, the building smelled wrong. Too clean. Too quiet. Not like a hospital meant to heal, but one meant to hold.

I walked slowly, my footsteps echoing too loudly in the corridor No one stopped me. No one questioned me.

That should have terrified me.

Instead, it made my skin go cold.

I heard voices ahead, Eduardo’s voice, low and controlled.

…..stable,” he said. “But keep him sedated.”

The word somehow hit me like a physical blow.

Stable.

My breath stuttered.

I took another step. Then another.

The door at the end of the hall was slightly open.

I pushed it.

And the world ended.

Nico lay on the bed, pale and broken, tubes snaking into his body, machines humming softly at his side.

Alive.

Breathing.

My knees buckled.

I caught myself on the doorframe, a broken sound tearing out of my chest before I could stop it. My vision blurred instantly.

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the room tilting violently as reality crashed down on me.

Alive.

He was alive.

I staggered forward, shaking my head like that might undo what my eyes were seeing.

“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no….”

My chest burned, breath coming too fast, too shallow. This was shock. This was something deeper. Crueler.

Dominic knew.

He had known.

The realization ripped through me with brutal clarity.

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He had known while I cried. While I couldn’t sleep. While I scrubbed my hands raw in the shower because I could still feel the gun in them. While I told him over and over that I didn’t know how to live with what I’d done.

And he had let me believe it.

He had watched me suffer and said nothing.

The room swam as tears poured down my face, hot and unstoppable. I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, pressing my hands over my mouth to keep from screaming.

How could he?

How could he look at me every day and let me carry that weight when it wasn’t even real?

I killed him, I had told him.

And Dominic had held me and lied.

The betrayal hit harder than the bullet ever had.

This wasn’t protection.

This was control.

He had decided I couldn’t handle the truth. He had decided my pain was acceptable collateral. He had decided for me.

My trust, everything I had rebuilt so carefully, splintered all at once.

I felt stupid. Exposed. Reduced to something fragile he needed to manage.

The door behind me opened.

Footsteps stopped abruptly.

I didn’t need to look.

I knew.

“Issa-”

Dominic’s voice.

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I turned slowly, my face streaked with tears, my hands shaking so badly I couldn’t make them stop.

He stood there frozen, eyes wide with shock.

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And in that moment, standing over the truth he had buried, I knew with terrifying certainty that nothing between us would ever be the same again.

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