Welcome to Hell (by Williane Kassia) novel Chapter 255

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When I finish getting ready, he observes me from head to toe with a

hungry, proud look.

“Now we’re talking…” His low voice carries pure satisfaction. “You’re

dressing like the man I like.”

I smile, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

“And you…” I rest my forehead against his. “You’re dressing like the

man I worship.”

He kisses my lips in a calm, almost reverent gesture. Our mouths

move in sync–slow, soft–savoring the moment as if it were the first

and the last all at once.

His hands move up to my waist and pull me closer, his fingers

gripping firmly enough to draw a muffled, involuntary groan from

between my lips.

When he breaks the kiss, the frustration escapes me in another groan,

stifled and helpless.

“Don’t worry…” A half–smile appears, his eyes gleaming. “We’ll kiss

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whenever you want.”

He kisses my forehead and speaks softly.

“Ready? It’s time to finally leave this place.”

I smile, my heart racing, and I kiss his throat before taking his hand,

intertwining our fingers.

“Yes, let’s go, my love.”

We leave our old cell behind and walk down the corridor. Every step

sounds different now–lighter, freer.

“I’m so satisfied that my father arrived ahead of schedule,” I comment

excitedly.

“You know, love, I’ve always wanted to ask… Why don’t you like him?”

he asks suddenly.

I shrug; the answer comes without a second thought.

“I don’t know. To be honest, I don’t like any human being except you,

love. To me, they’re nothing but vermin breathing the same pure air

you do. I hate it when they touch me without permission, and he does

it all the time, knowing I hate it. So… that’s reason enough for me to

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want to kill him.”

Magnus smiles slightly, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it

affectionately.

“No killing your father, love.”

I sigh, almost disappointed.

“But he’s only useful for a few things, love. Now that we’re leaving

here, I don’t need him anymore.”

He leans in and kisses my forehead.

“Leave your father in peace, my love.”

Hearing him call me that completely melts me. I feel my chest warm

up, and I smile, shaking my head.

“You’re manipulating me, love.”

He only smiles, without denying it, and that’s enough to make me

laugh quietly.

We return to the courtyard. There stand the Warden, my father–still

with that victorious smile–and even David, whom I prefer to pretend.

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doesn’t exist. I pull my love by the hand, straight toward the

helicopter.

“Climb in, my king.”

I help him up and soon join him, fastening the belt across his body

first, then my own.

My father approaches. I huff, irritated just by the sight of him; he

should just stay here and die already. Before I can say anything, I feel

Magnus’s warm hand rest on my thigh, squeezing lightly. All the hate

evaporates in a second. I melt into his touch.

My father signals the pilot, and the helicopter begins to rise. The

blades spin with force, and the prison grows smaller and smaller until

it vanishes completely from my sight.

I look at my father, who understands my gaze and simply nods. I

smile faintly in response.

Magnus watches the sky through the window, his eyes fixed on the

clouds.

Who would have thought it would all end like this?

Me, the one who believed Magnus would never surrender, that he’d

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spend his life hating me. But he surrendered. He fell in love. He loves

1. me. He is as possessive of me as I am of him.

I love him so much that sometimes it feels like all of this is a dream,

that at any moment I’ll wake up and realize none of this is real. But it

1. is. His hand squeezing my thigh is real.

Magnus is real.

He isn’t a dream; he is my reality.

I close my eyes, letting this feeling consume me entirely.

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