the forbidden love with the lost princess

chapter 17-the goodbye

Cole walked back into the house, a look of curiosity on his face. "What's going on here?" he asked, looking back and forth between Fiorella who just come from her bedroom and Alexander.

Fiorella and Alexander exchanged a glance, and then they both looked away, trying to hide their emotions. "Nothing," they said in unison, their voices barely above a whisper.

Cole raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing them. "Nothing?" he repeated. "You both look like you've lost your last friend. What's going on?"

Fiorella and Alexander exchanged another glance, and then Fiorella looked away, trying to change the subject. "What's for dinner, Cole?" she asked, her voice a little too bright.

Cole looked at her skeptically, but he seemed to decide to let the subject drop. "I was thinking of making some chicken and vegetables," he said. "How does that sound?"

Fiorella nodded, trying to smile. "That sounds great, father cole. Thank you."

Alexander nodded too, his eyes still looking a little sad. "Yeah, thanks father."

Cole looked at them both, his expression softening. "You're welcome. I'll go start cooking."

As Cole walked away, Fiorella and Alexander exchanged another glance. The tension between them was still palpable, but they both seemed to be trying to move past it.

As Cole disappeared into the kitchen, Fiorella let out a soft sigh and walked over to the living room window. She stared out into the darkness, her eyes lost in thought.

Alexander hesitated for a moment before following her. He stood beside her, his eyes also fixed on the darkness outside.

The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words. Fiorella finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Alex, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Alexander turned to her, his eyes searching. "You didn't hurt me, Fiorella. I just...I don't understand why you didn't tell me."

Fiorella's eyes dropped, and she nodded slowly. "I know. I should have told you. It's just...I was scared, okay? I was scared of how you'd react."

Alexander's expression softened, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind Fiorella's ear.

"I would never judge you, Fiorella. You know that. We're in this together, always."

Fiorella's eyes welled up with tears as she looked up at Alexander. She knew he was right. She could always count on him to be there for her, no matter what.

As they stood there, the tension between them began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of understanding and comfort.

Cole's voice broke the silence, calling out from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready, you two! Come and eat!"

Fiorella and Alexander exchanged a glance, and then they both smiled, the earlier tension forgotten.

"Coming, Cole!" Fiorella called out, taking Alexander's hand as they walked towards the kitchen together.

When They got their food, fioria Alexander sit by each other , and Cole sat across from them.

She looked at Cole, her eyes serious. "Cole, can I tell you something?" she asked quietly.

Alexander turned to her and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Cole eating his fod pausing with food in mouths. "Yeah, what's up?" he asked.

She hesitated, glancing at Alexander before focusing on Cole's face again. "I... uh... I kinda found my birth parents," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Cole's eyes widened in shock, and he choked on the water he was drinking, sputtering and coughing.

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Cole's eyes were fixed on Fiorella as she smiled and chatted with Alexander. But his mind was elsewhere.

"How did she...?" he thought to himself, his brow furrowed in concern. "Wait, does she know...?"

He couldn't finish the thought. It was too terrifying to contemplate.

"No, no, Cole," he told himself firmly. "She doesn't know that part. She can't know."

But the seed of doubt had been planted. Cole's eyes narrowed as he watched Fiorella, his mind racing with possibilities.

What if she finds out? What if she discovers the truth about her past?

Cole's grip on his fork tightened, his knuckles white with tension. He knew he had to keep the truth hidden, no matter what.

Fiorella's laughter broke the spell, and Cole forced himself to relax, to smile and join in the conversation.

But the doubt lingered, gnawing at the back of his mind like a rat in the walls.

As the evening wore on, Cole's unease grew. He couldn't shake the feeling that Fiorella was getting close to the truth. He watched her, his eyes searching for any sign that she might know more than she was letting on.

Fiorella, oblivious to Cole's concerns, chatted happily with Alexander, her laughter and smile lighting up the room. But Cole's tension only increased, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

What if Fiorella discovered the secret he had kept hidden for so long? What if she found out the truth about her past, about who she really was? Cole's grip on his fork tightened, his knuckles white with anxiety.

He knew he had to keep the truth hidden, no matter what. He couldn't let Fiorella find out, not now, not ever. Cole's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in determination.

But as he looked at Fiorella, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. A flicker of curiosity in her eyes, a hint of suspicion in her smile. Cole's heart sank, his mind racing with the terrible possibility that Fiorella might already know more than he thought.

In morring
As she packed her belongings, tears streamed down Fiorella's face. She couldn't bear the thought of leaving Alexander behind. He had been her rock, her confidant, and her best friend. But that night, as they stood side by side washing dishes, something had shifted. The air was charged with a newfound tension, and Fiorella's heart had skipped a beat as Alexander's hand brushed against hers.

The memory of that almost-kiss lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could never be. Fiorella's tears fell harder as she thought of Alexander's warm smile, his kind eyes, and his gentle touch. She felt a deep ache in her chest, as if she was leaving a part of herself behind.

As she closed her suitcase, Fiorella took one last look around the room. She knew she might never see this place again, never experience the warmth and comfort it had brought her. The thought was almost too much to bear.
Fiorella's eyes wandered around the room, taking in the familiar sights one last time. Her gaze landed on a small, framed photo on her nightstand. It was a picture of her and Alexander, taken on a sunny afternoon during one of their countless walks together. They were both smiling, their faces radiant with happiness.

Fiorella's hand trembled as she picked up the frame. She gazed at the photo, her eyes welling up with tears. Alexander's bright smile seemed to leap off the page, piercing her heart with a mix of sadness and longing.

As she stared at the photo, Fiorella felt a sob rising up in her throat. She tried to hold it back, but it was no use. The tears began to flow, streaming down her face as she cried uncontrollably.

She clutched the photo to her chest, feeling as though she was losing a part of herself. The thought of leaving Alexander behind was almost too much to bear. Fiorella's body shook with sobs, the photo still clutched in her hand, as she mourned the loss of the life she had built with the one person she loved most.