Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Courage,

Maturity,

We’re no longer two broken people clinging to each other for survival.

We’re partners.

Husband and husband.

And we need to act like it,

I walked toward the yard exit.

My steps were steady, even though my heart raced with every meter.

I passed some guards and other inmates, barely noticing them.

My mind was fully focused.

I made my way to the wing and, once in front of our cell, pushed the gate open firmly.

As soon as I stepped in, I pulled the curtain closed.

The cell was still empty, silent. For a moment, my gaze drifted across every corner of that tiny space, packed

memories.

I sat down slowly on the bed, breathing deeply.

This is where we lived through so much.

We made love, exchanged sweet words, fought, made up, and opened our hearts to one another.

It was here that I learned to love–and to be loved.

Where I stopped being the lost boy who came into Inferno Bay and became someone stronger, more complete- someone who knows exactly what he wants.

And what I want is him.

It didn’t take long before I heard footsteps approaching.

I looked toward the bars and saw Dante appear.

His eyes widened when he saw me there–maybe he didn’t expect me to be here so soon.

But here I am.

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Ready to listen. Ready to speak.

I patted the bed beside me, inviting him to sit.

He hesitated, sighed, and walked over, sitting next to me.

I took his hand, interlacing our fingers.

“Dante, I don’t want our relationship to be like this. Full of secrets. I want truth. Clarity. We’re married. We’re together for a reason–to trust each other.”

He looked at me, eyes shining, and kissed my hand gently.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was hurt when you didn’t trust me. And now… I did the same. I was afraid you’d hate me -even after everything we built. It means I didn’t trust either. Even after all we’ve been through.”

“Promise me this won’t happen again. That you won’t hide anything else from me.”

He sighed, his fingers trembling in mine.

“I promise. And… since we’re being honest… I ordered your parents killed–for abandoning you. And I had your ex sent to a brothel. When she gives birth, she’ll be killed. The child will be taken to an orphanage.”

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I promise I’ll always tell you everything. I admit I may have manipulated you. I wanted to make you depend on me; I wanted to make you desire me. I manipulated your mind and your heart.

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