Elara stared at the letter, its delicate script smudged with tears. It was a love letter, a testament to a love lost, a betrayal suffered. Isabella’s words echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath Alessandro’s façade.
She knew she had to confront him, to demand answers. The truth was like a poison in her veins, burning, festering, demanding to be released. She had to know, for Isabella’s sake, for her own.
She waited until Alessandro returned from a meeting, his face etched with a weary weariness. He entered his office, his movements automatic, his gaze searching for her.
“Cinderella,” he said, his voice a gruff caress. “You’re up late.”
Elara stood, her heart pounding in her chest. She held the letter out to him, her fingers trembling.
“Alessandro, I found this,” she said, her voice strained. “In your desk drawer.”
Alessandro’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the letter, a flicker of panic crossing his features. He reached for it, his hand outstretched, but Elara kept it out of his reach.
“What is this?” he asked, his voice a dangerous growl. “What have you been doing?”
Elara took a deep breath, her voice steady despite the tremors running through her. “I know about Isabella, Alessandro. I know what happened to her.”
Alessandro’s face contorted in anger, his gaze fixed on her with a venomous intensity.
“Who told you?” he demanded, his voice laced with a threat. “Who dared to betray me?”
“No one told me,” Elara said, her voice firm. “I found out myself. I read the letter, Alessandro. I know what happened. I know about the betrayal. I know about the truth you've been hiding.”
Alessandro slammed his fist on the desk, his rage palpable. “Don’t play games with me, Cinderella,” he said, his voice a menacing whisper. “This is dangerous. You’re playing with fire.”
“I’m not playing, Alessandro,” Elara replied, her eyes meeting his, unflinching. “I’m demanding answers. I want to know the truth.”
“The truth will kill you, Cinderella,” Alessandro said, his voice low and menacing. “You don’t understand the world you’ve stepped into. This isn’t a game. This is life and death.”
“Maybe I’m ready to die, Alessandro,” Elara said, her voice unwavering. “But I’m not going to live with the truth buried in the shadows. I’m going to find out what happened to Isabella. I’m going to find out who betrayed you, who betrayed her.”
Alessandro stood up, his movements swift and dangerous. He circled the desk, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes burning with a dangerous intensity.
“You’ve made a mistake, Cinderella,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’ve crossed a line.”
He took a step toward her, his hand reaching for her, his fingers brushing against her cheek, sending a shiver of fear down her spine.
“I will protect you,” Alessandro whispered, his breath warm on her face. “But only if you do as I say.”
Elara stared into his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a tremor of fear, a flicker of doubt. But she also felt a surge of defiance, a determination to fight for the truth, to fight for Isabella.
“I’m not afraid of you, Alessandro,” she said, her voice firm, her gaze unwavering. “I’m not afraid of the truth.”
Alessandro’s grip tightened on her arm, his fingers digging into her flesh, a warning of the danger that hung in the air. His eyes blazed with a mixture of anger and possessiveness, a dangerous cocktail that sent a shiver of fear down Elara’s spine.
“Don’t push me, Cinderella,” he hissed, his voice a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re messing with.”
Elara stared back at him, her fear momentarily eclipsed by a surge of defiance. She had come too far, risked too much, to back down now. The truth was out there, hidden in the shadows, waiting to be unveiled.
“I’m not afraid of you, Alessandro,” she said, her voice firm despite the tremors running through her. “I’m not afraid of the truth.”
Alessandro’s eyes narrowed, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. He released her arm, his hand trailing down her cheek, a ghost of his touch lingering.
“You’re a fool, Cinderella,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You’re playing with fire. You’re going to get burned.”
He turned and walked toward the door, his footsteps heavy and deliberate. He paused, his gaze meeting hers, a flicker of something in his eyes - regret? Longing?
“I warned you,” he said, his voice a low whisper. “But you wouldn’t listen. Now you’re going to pay the price.”
Elara watched him go, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to escape, to get away from Alessandro, to protect herself and to uncover the truth about Isabella’s death.
She slipped out of his office, her movements quick and silent. She knew the layout of the building, the hidden passageways, the secret exits. Alessandro had kept her safe, yes, but he had also kept her captive.
She raced down the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the silence. She could hear his footsteps behind her, growing louder, closer. She had to get to the back door, the only exit that led to the alley.
She reached the door, fumbling with the latch, her fingers trembling. The door wouldn’t budge. Alessandro was right behind her now, his presence a chilling force.
“You can’t escape, Cinderella,” he said, his voice a menacing whisper. “You’re mine.”
He reached for her, his hand closing around her wrist, his grip strong and possessive. Elara struggled, her heart pounding in her chest, but she couldn’t break free.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the building. Alessandro’s eyes widened in surprise, his grip loosening momentarily. Elara seized her chance. She wrenched her arm free, her movements swift and desperate.
She darted through the back door, slamming it shut behind her, her heart pounding in her chest. She raced down the alley, the shadows swirling around her, her lungs burning with each desperate breath.
She had to get out of there, to find a way to uncover the truth, to avenge Isabella’s memory. She knew she was in danger, that Alessandro would hunt her down, but she also knew that she couldn’t give up. She had to fight, for herself, for Isabella, for the truth.
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Cinderella meet Mr. Wolf
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