AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Hopefully, she will remember that I always loved her no matter what, and even what I plan to do today is because I love her.
Please, Isla. Forgive me.
Even if I’m one of the reasons your biological mom suffered in her nightmare and found no other solution but to end her life in order to escape the monster hunting her for years.
One thing I know for sure.
My daughter will survive everything, no matter what happens.
Not because I raised her. I’m a coward who hid behind her husband, allowed him to use me as a puppet and play on my insecurities.
She will survive as her mother’s blood runs through her veins.
She’s Gloria’s daughter, and if she was able to escape her nightmare even for a moment in time and tried to save her son from John…she possessed strength I can only dream of.
For the sake of both her mothers…I pray for my child to live a long and happy life with a man who adores her.
And protects her. Protects her from men like her father and never turns his back on her.
Find your Hector, Andromache.
And forgive this fate of yours for being so cruel to you.
Isla
“Hello?”
“I’m about to do something stupid.”
“How stupid?”
“Remember how in college I had a brilliant idea to sneak into the pools and throw a party?”
Giselle snorts. “Yeah. We got arrested, but your godfather saved our asses.”
“Well, this one is even stupider.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’m a bit late to the party of the year. Got invited by one of the dark four, and I’m underdressed.”
“What!” she exclaims and that one word alone lets me know she’s going to rip me a new one for keeping this from her and not asking her for help when it comes to a dress.
The only suitable one I found in my closet was a black one made of the cheapest fabric that I bought on a whim when I needed a dress to wear to a funeral. It’s two sizes too big, has a weird design, and some of fabric got discolored after one wash.
And while on most days I don’t care, the closer I get to the mansion, the bigger the panic becomes, bringing up shame and humiliation as I imagine everyone’s reaction at the sight of me.
They’d think Prices invite people for charity!
“Why are you going there? Actually, no. Why the hell did Florian invite you?”
Before I can answer, the cab driver pulls by the golden iron gates where security guards wearing black nod at us, and one of them comes closer. The cabbie rolls down his window and swallows hard. “We need to get inside,” he says nervously while the guard assesses him and shifts his focus on me, lingering on my bare ears and neck.
The guard extends his hand to me. “Invitation.” Picking it up from the seat next to me, I give it to him, and he flips it open, reading it, and then gives it back to me. Not a muscle twitches on his face, and his tone stays indifferent and cold when he shouts to someone, “Let them in.” He nods at us again and steps back while the driver closes the window and exhales in relief.
“I have no clue. Maybe he felt generous.”
“The Four Dark Horsemen are not generous. They don’t do anything unless it benefits them.”
