Chains of Fate

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like a haunting refrain, each one leaving a mark deeper than the last. T

with Leonardo. His face was full of twisted satisfaction, w

ve always been a problem for me, Alessia. Always in the way. But now, I don't have to

He was the one with all the power now. He'd always been the one pulling the strings, but now Donate

inst the wall with an arrogant smirk. "You think you can esca

ould say. The truth was too painful to

was thick with tension, and every time I looked at him, I was reminded of how he had betrayed me. But even as the anger boiled in my veins, there was

eyes darting between them as they packed my things into a suitcase. I had no idea where we were going or what

"I suggest you make this easy on yourself," he said, his v

behind him, leaving

ing that might keep me grounded in this madness. I didn't dare pack more. What did it matter?

ting in front of the house. The night air was cool, but I barely noticed. Ever

ing a long shadow in the dim streetlight. His presence was suffo

voice smooth and indifferent, as

hat to say. The truth was, I was

ar, and I hesitated for just a moment befor

im. The car's interior was luxurious, but the opulence only made the situation feel worse.

k a route that was unfamiliar to me, turning off into roads I didn't recognize. I

d in front of a large, imposing mansion. The place looked

led steps that made him seem untouchable. I followed reluctantly, my feet

closed, guards standing watch at every co

gleamed, but it felt empty, as if no one truly lived here. I was led down a long hall

large, ornate door, opening it

r room," he

wood furniture, a grand four-poster bed, and a breathtaking view of the city belo

tello, my mind racing

culating gaze. "This is where you'

h to argue. I didn't have

said, turning to lea

oked at me one last time. "You'll learn

shut behind him

, staring out at the city lights, feeling the weight of my isolation. How had

e were no answers. Onl

hallway pulled me out of my

wouldn't be left alone for long. And I knew that the man w

Marco, Donatello's brother. His gaze was soft, almost kind, but his presence was st

confused

with curiosity. "You'll have a difficult time a

t belie