Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Dante Castelli.

His voice cut through the silence like a blade, freezing something Inside me.

I kept walking.

“Please, wait!”

I let out a long sigh, defeated by exhaustion, and stopped.

I turned slowly.

Our eyes met.

He looked lost.

Like he was searching for a way to start but couldn’t find the ground beneath his feet.

“What is it?” I asked firmly. My voice is dry and direct, leaving no space for pretenses.

His throat worked as he swallowed hard.

“I want to apologize,” he said, his voice breaking. “I… I know I was wrong. Wrong to doubt you. When all you’ve ever done was be honest.”

I looked away for a moment, staring at the ceiling like it could give me strength.

I ran a hand through my loose hair, trying to keep control.

The exhaustion was physical, but what really weighed me down was buried far deeper.

“I told you I loved you, Elijah.”

The words came out low, heavy, and drenched in pain.

“I was real. I opened a part of myself no one’s ever seen. And in the end, you chose to believe Predator.”

His eyes dropped.

Shame poured from every inch of him.

His hands twisted together, restless, uncertain.

“I know… I let insecurity and fear speak louder. I was an idiot. But please, Dante… forgive me. I’m sorry. Really.”

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His eyes burned with intensity.

There were no tears, but the pain was obvious.

Raw.

Alive.

1 almost pulled him to me.

Almost held him.

But I took a step back.

“You hurt me, Elijah.”

The sentence cut clean.

No raised voice.

No cracked tone.

Just sharp enough to slice through.

“And now… I need time. I need to breathe. Think.”

His lips trembled, nearly giving in to tears.

I turned my back.

Every step away felt like ripping my chest open from the inside.

Leaving hurt like tearing myself apart.

But it was necessary.

Because if I stayed there, if I looked at that face begging for forgiveness for one more second… I’d give in.

I’d hold him.

Kiss him.

And he needed to understand.

That I felt this too.

It took me long enough to believe it was possible.

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But I learned to love that boy.

And realizing that the man I gave my heart to… didn’t trust me…

That hurts more than any physical wound.

It fucking hurts.

I chose the farthest cell.

One of those forgotten, empty ones in the back of the block.

No name on the door.

No presence.

That’s what I needed.

A space where I could exist for a few minutes without carrying the weight of what I felt.

I went inside, slammed the gate shut, and leaned against the wall.

The air was stale, the scent of mold thick in the stone.

But I didn’t care.

At least it didn’t smell like familiar skin.

I sat on the thin mattress, legs stretched out, body hunched over, and arms resting on my knees.

And the silence…

The silence tore through me worse than any knife could.

I dragged my hands over my face, trying to control my breathing. But it was erratic, disjointed, like something inside me was squeezing tight.

I closed my eyes.

His face was still there.

That trembling voice.

And even after everything I’ve done… even carrying my own sins… it still hurts to know he doesn’t trust

1. me.

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