Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Elijah Vaughn.

I walked briskly through the prison hallways, heart pounding in my chest.

I’d gone looking for Dante because he was taking too long–and, deep down, because I missed him.

I just wanted to see him, smell him, and touch him.

But as I got closer, I overheard his conversation with the warden.

At first, the words didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t until I heard his voice admit–plain and direct–that he had been the one to order my transfer to Inferno Bay that everything stopped.

I didn’t feel anger.

Not toward him.

The truth is, one way or another, I would’ve ended up in prison. Even if it wasn’t here, it would’ve been somewhere else.

The charges my brother and Sabrina had fabricated would’ve eventually landed me behind bars.

But… still, something inside me broke.

Trust.

I reached the yard without even noticing how I got there.

My feet had led me to the bleachers, where I sat down and looked up at the clear sky, watching the clouds drift by slowly.

I let out a long sigh, trying to organize my thoughts.

What do I do now?

I don’t want to distance myself from him.

That’s not even an option.

But on the day we reconciled, I was completely honest with him. I told him I needed insecurity so I wouldn’t make the same mistakes again.

lp to overcome my

I opened up. I exposed myself.

And he… didn’t tell me everything.

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He talked about his past, his childhood, his time in the cartel, and his obsession with me.

But he hid the most important part: the fact that he manipulated my imprisonment to have me near him.

I closed my eyes tightly.

The wind brushed softly against my face, sending a chill through me and a hollow feeling in my chest.

Our relationship can’t survive more lies.

It shouldn’t.

If we truly want a future together, we need to be completely honest with each other.

No half–truths.

No secrets.

I looked back up at the sky.

Dante is the man I love.

The only one who’s ever touched my heart so deeply.

His arms are my refuge, his voice soothes me, and his touch sets me on fire.

I can’t live without him.

But I also can’t pretend nothing happened.

I took a deep breath, trying to control the anxiety..

I stood up from the bleachers with a heavy heart–but a clearer mind.

Enough.

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