The Dominant Heir

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Camila

Why did I think of that so suddenly? I shook it off and pushed it down and away.

Whilst trying to collect my thoughts, I heard a bang coming from the corridor. "LET ME SEE HER! SHE ASKED FOR ME!"

"CALMATI PRIMA, STAI PERDENDO IL CONTROLLO!" [Translation: Calm down first, you're losing control!]

"VAI ALL'INFERNO!" [Translation: Go to hell!]

Eventually, I heard my door slide open with a familiar face behind it. His breathing exasperated and his eyes a bright shade of yellow but when they made contact with mine they slowly started to fade away to their usual ocean blue colour. My breath stopped for a moment.

He rushed to my side, grabbing my hands and putting them up towards his forehead, breathing slowly. When I realised what he was doing, I retracted my hand quickly and uncomfortably. Those hands had touched someone else.

"Bella, you're okay, right?"

"What right do you have asking me that?" I looked at him hardheartedly. He immediately looked down with guilt after he saw the machines that surrounded me, that were keeping me alive, and the several bandages that covered up the wounds he caused.

"Bella, please understand—" I didn't want to hear it. Instead, I felt this rage bubbling up, waiting to explode.

Slap.

The room went quiet.

"I honestly don't want to hear it from you right now." I kept my gaze firmly on him, showing my solemnity. "Now, it seems you have no respect for me from what you've done henceforward I shall display the same lack of respect," My teeth were grinding at each other, "No, that does not mean sleeping around with other men, but merely my genuine, dignified outlook on you, gone." He seemed surprised with my words but still listened intently.

"I so desperately want to give you a chance but right now... I'm in no state to make a decision like that." I took a deep but shaky breath. His presence alone was shaking my resolve. "Fuck, you're the crown prince, at least consider having more integrity, dipshit." I whispered the last bit to myself not caring if he had heard it or not.

I carried on deciding to take my chances and go with something more that would satiate my rage.

I poke my finger into his forehead alternatingly, "I am not some object you can play with and throw away. I'm worth much more than that." I understood that he could've been quite a scandalous man in the past, however I just wasn't having it now, after he met me.

I scoffed, "Wouldn't like it if I was fucking guys behind your back, would you?" He let out a deep growl. The nerve. In the instant, all I could feel was pure irritation towards him.

I saw one of the books Lynn had brought to keep me occupied whilst I was alone to my right and I immediately threw it at him. He didn't expect it so it hit him square in the face. Serves him right.

I wanted this relationship to prosper (still doubtful however) but this was unacceptable. Was I that selfish to expect something? For desperately wanting something so close in reach?

I sought his contrite remorse because the most painful feeling in the world was not pain or grief but regret. I wished for him to be guilt-ridden. To completely apprehend the extent of anguish and pain, I underwent during those hours.

"You hurt me." Thinking about it, my tone unintentionally turned softer. I felt vulnerable in those few seconds. "You hurt me." I repeated spitefully not willing to show such defencelessness. "You're cruel! A savage! And I thought you would be perfect for me!" I shouted unknowing of what my words could actually mean or be interpreted by. "You should've done something. Anything! Talked to me. I am your mate. I expect to be treated like one, introductions aside." I took a breath, "If I am not deserving of your love, then I no longer want to see your face for at least the next month." I continued, seething. I wished to reject him in that moment on a whim but I couldn't bear to make a grave decision as that without Artemis. She had remained dormant since I woke up. If I were to come to a consensus and reject him then it would be a mutual agreement made with her.

"Leave." I pointed to the door. "I wish for your absence, Leonardo." He looked like he wanted to say something but instead, he wearily got up and moved to the door, his shoulders slouched in defeat and his unkempt appearance frowning. I didn't give him the time or privilege to give me a reason but I had to let him know of my torment and anger.

I was so, so disappointed. Was this how our relationship would end?

Doubt, distress and relief overcame me simultaneously and I suddenly broke down into tears. Like everything I had just vented out had subjugated my consciousness entirely. I didn't know how long I sat there, tears spilling, but I finally let it out.

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WE FINALLY GOT THE CONFRONTATIONAL CHAPTER!! QUALITY OVER QUANTITY DONT HATE ME 

I ACTUALLY CHECKED MY NOTIFICATIONS AND SAW ALL THE PLEAS FOR A NEW CHAPTER

I did get a boyfriend though, he lasted 2 weeks. 💀

ok im tired, bye 🏃‍♀️

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