Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 102

hapter 102

Elijah Vaughn.

A shiver ran down my spine–not from the cold, but from the cruel recognition of my own failure.

My hands curled into fists, the knuckles cracking under the pressure.

A knot burned in my throat, hot tears running down my face, but there was no more room for despair.

Now, there was only hate.

Hate for the bastards who poisoned my mind.

Hate for giving ear to their rotten words, planted to destroy me.

But above all…

Hate for myself.

-For the corrosive insecurity that let doubt take root.

For the weakness that let jealousy blind me.

For the stupidity of questioning the only person who ever proved they wanted me.

A tremor rolled through my shoulders, my breath coming in shaky, uneven gasps under the weight of guilt.

How could I have been so blind?

My eyes burned, locked on the floor, but everything around me felt distant–colorless, soundless.

The scene in the cell replayed in my mind like a relentless nightmare.

His look.

The pain pouring from those eyes that always devoured me with desire and possession–but now held something broken.

Disappointment.

Hurt.

I pressed my fists against my eyes like I could rip the images out of my head.

But they were burned into me.

As deep as the tattoo of my name on his skin.

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And the worst part….

The fear that maybe this time… it was enough to erase it.

My breath caught in my chest again, a dry sob escaping before I could stop it.

I couldn’t lose him.

Not now.

Not after everything.

But how do you fix something that’s already broken?

The question echoed in my mind, but no answer came.

The only thing left was the crushing certainty that, this time…

I was the one who ruined everything.

And maybe, just maybe…

There was no fixing it.

The silence in the cell weighed like a sealed coffin.

Every second without Dante there felt like a knife twisting deeper, without mercy.

My eyes stayed locked on the floor, seeing nothing, my mind drowning in the suffocating void of guilt.

Then the metallic sound of the cell door opening echoed through the air.

My heart jumped, stupid hope clinging to the thought that maybe it was him.

But when I looked up, I found Fox standing at the entrance.

His expression full of concern, his eyes scanning my face for answers.

My chin trembled before I could control it.

And then, the tears came back full force.

There was no stopping them.

My body collapsed into despair.

Fox moved before I could completely fall apart, crossing the distance between us and pulling me into his

arms.

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The hug was tight and strong, like he was trying to hold me together as I fell to pieces.

The sobs tore through my throat, choking on the guilt that weighed in my lungs.

“I–I’m such an idiot, Fox…”

The words came out broken, almost unrecognizable.

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