The Confessor

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

Michael Tretter

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

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She ran through the woods, panting heavily, her back already aching.

they were almost closing up on her, and she knew she needed a way to distract them, to get rid of them.

Her breath was already faltering, and running pass a hole, she came out to another part of the forest where she slided to a big tree and hid behind it.

Her white garment was already stained and she tried to pack them up so no traces would be found when the guards come running by.

Her plan was to hide behind the tree and pray the guards run pass her, without seeing her. Because she couldn't afford being found.

She breathed heavily as she leaned against the tree, and soon, their sounds of their boots were heard. She shut her eyes and prayed fervently they continue running without seeing her, but to her outmost disappointment, she heard them stop.

Oh! Damn it.

She opened her eyes, still panting and wondering why they stopped running. Could it be possible they've found her?

"Come out, little confessor" she heard the thick voice say and recognized it to be the chief guard.

"We know you're here - somewhere. And we're definitely gonna find you".

Her heart raced so fast. How did they find out?

"The King is never gonna rest until he finds you" his voice persisted, but she knew it was only a tactic to distract her until they find her. She knew they were perhaps, tracing her steps or something.

"He's placed a bounty on your head already - 100 pieces of silver. You have nowhere to go,confessor. Everyone in the village wants you. So, I'd suggest you come out now, and we take you to the king peacefully. It's pointless, running away, when you'll still get caught.

"You're already the last of your kind".

That sentence got at her as she flipped her eyes open and felt so much rage.

The last of her kind -

Then, she recalled everything that had happened - how she lost her entire family - her sisters.

Isabelle knew she was no more safe when she heard footsteps become closer and taking a brave step, she sprang on her feet and started running away - running away from her shield and out to the open - risking herself to the guards.

The guards noticed her and the leader yelled:

"After her!!!!"

Everyone charged, and in a split second, 8 men were chasing her again.

She had no idea what to do, or how she was gonna get rid of them, but she continued running anyways, her heart racing so fast.

Suddenly, one of them aimed an arrow at her. And unfortunately for poor Isabelle, it went right into her leg.

"Argh!!!" She shrieked as she fell on the floor, the arrow stuck in her right leg.

She looked behind and the guards were fast approaching. She winced in pains.

She stood there on the grassy floor, her leg hurting like hell. Then, she closed her eyes and laid completely, like she had passed out.

The guards ran tirelessly and finally got to where she was - the young pretty confessor.

They stared at her for a few seconds and confirmed she wasn't awake.

"Is she dead?" One of them asked, but got no reply.

The arrow was still in her leg.