the forbidden love with the lost princess

chapter 21- the past

Fiorella's eyes fluttered closed as she felt herself being pulled into a deep, dark sleep. But as she drifted off, she was suddenly transported back to a time long past.

She was a tiny baby, no more than three months old. She was lying in a crib, surrounded by the warm, comforting sounds of her nursery. But as she looked around, she saw a figure looming over her, a figure that didn't belong.

The figure reached down and picked her up, holding her close as they moved quickly through the dark, silent halls of the castle. Fiorella felt a sense of fear and disorientation as she was carried away from the only home she had ever known.

As she looked up at the figure, she saw a face that was both familiar and yet completely strange. It was a face that she had seen before, but only in her dreams.

The face leaned down close to hers, and Fiorella felt a sense of terror as she realized that she was being kidnapped. She was being taken away from her family, away from everything she had ever known.

As the figure carried her away into the darkness, Fiorella felt a sense of despair wash over her. She was so small, so helpless. She didn't know what was happening, or where she was being taken.

All she knew was that she was scared, and that she wanted to go home.

As the dream faded, Fiorella felt herself being pulled back into the present. She was lying in a bed, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her family's castle.

But as she looked around, she realized that something was off. The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with an eerie, unsettling energy.

Fiorella's heart was racing as she sat up in bed, looking around frantically for any sign of what was wrong. And then, she saw it. A piece of paper on her bedside table, with a message scrawled on it in familiar handwriting.

"Welcome home, Fiorella," the message read. "I've been waiting for you."

Fiorella's eyes widened in shock as she read the message on the piece of paper. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and fear.

Just then, the door to her room creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. Fiorella's eyes locked onto the man, and she felt a jolt of recognition.

It was Cole, the man who had been watching her from the shadows. But there was something different about him now, something that made Fiorella's blood run cold.

"I'm the one who kidnapped you when you were just three months old," Cole said, his voice low and menacing.

Fiorella's eyes widened in shock and outrage. "You're the one who took me from my family?" she demanded, her voice rising in anger.

Cole nodded, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Yes, I'm the one," he said. "And I've been watching you ever since, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again."

Fiorella's face burned with anger and hatred as she glared at Cole. "You're a monster," she spat, her voice trembling with rage.

Cole chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe," he said. "But I'm also the one who's been pulling the strings in your life, Fiorella. And soon, you'll be mine again."

Fiorella's face was red with rage as she yelled at Cole. "You took me from my family!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the walls. "You lied to me, told me I was your daughter! You raised me as your own, and then...and then you made me fall in love with your son!"

Cole's smile faltered, and he took a step back, his eyes flashing with anger. "I did what was best for you, Fiorella," he said, his voice cold and detached.