Shattered Bonds A Second Chance Mate (by Yui) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

I sighed while watching her.

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Is this how she want to do? By framing me? Okay then…

I held my ground, calm though my pulse thundered, unscare with whatever she’s going to say. “That’s a lie.”

“She lies to save herself!” Isolde cried, sinking to her knees with a dramatic groan. “She wants me dead because she knows the truth–that Francesco was mine first!”

The room erupted.

Oh God, is she serious with this? I try to not roll my eyes in annoyance.

Within moments, the guards had carried her to the healer’s chamber.

Francesco stormed in, Marlow at his side, his golden eyes blazing with fury.

“What is this nonsense?” he demanded, his voice echoing off the stone.

Isolde lay on the cot, pale and trembling, clutching her stomach as if the world itself had betrayed her.

“You must see it, Francesco,” she whispered. “She hates me. She wants me gone. She slipped it into my drink.”

Every eye turned to me.

I stepped forward, steady as stone. “King Francesco” I corrected her and added “And I did no such thing.”

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The healer an older woman with steady hands and sharper eyes — bent over Isolde, examining her. After a moment, she sniffed the rim of the cup brought in by one of the guards. Her brows furrowed.

“There is something here,” she said slowly. “But not poison. A herb. Bitterroot.”

Gasps rippled.

Bitterroot caused stomach cramps, nausea – misery, but rarely death.

The healer straightened, her gaze flicking to me. “Did you prepare this

cup, Luna?”

“I prepare many cups,” I said evenly. “As do half the women in the kitchen. But I did not give this one to her. Why do I do stupid stuff like that?”

“She did!” Isolde cried. “I saw her hand it to me!”

I met her eyes, unflinching. “Lies are heavy, Isolde. They weigh down the one who carries them.”

Her face twisted, but she forced out another groan, clutching her stomach for effect.

Francesco’s power surged then, filling the chamber like a storm breaking.

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His voice was thundering when he spoke. “Enough.”

The room fell silent.

He stepped to my side, his presence wrapping around me like a shield.

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think me blind?” he growled, his gaze locked on Isolde. “Do you think I do not know the hands of my Luna? She does not deal in poison. She deals in truth.”

Isolde’s lip trembled. “But-”

“But nothing,” Francesco cut her off. “You claim to seek shelter, yet every word from your mouth is venom. You twist whispers, now you twist food. Do not mistake my patience for blindness.”

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The healer cleared her throat gently. “My King, if I may — Bitterroot grows near the storehouse. It is possible someone mixed it by mistake.”

“Or planted it,” Marlow muttered, his eyes fixed on Isolde.

The tension in the room was a blade’s edge.

“I will take this matter and find the truth” he said firmly “Marlow, make sure everyone on their position, I need our trusted member protect and do the investigation”

Malrow nodded in fast and I just calmly walk out with my mate from the room.

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Later, in our chamber, Francesco’s fury simmered like fire beneath his skin.

He paced before the hearth, his jaw clenched.

“She dares accuse you of such filth, in front of them all,” he snarled. “I should cast her out tonight.”

I sat calmly on the edge of our bed, folding my hands in my lap. “That is what she wants.”

He stopped, frowning. “What?”

I rose, crossing to him, cupping his face with flour–dusted hands. “She wants us unbalanced. She wants me angry, or you rash. If you banish her now, she leaves as a victim. If I rage, she claims truth. But if we remain calm…” I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “She grows frustrated.”

He studied me, his fury softening into something else. Pride.

“You see clearer than I do, sometimes,” he murmured.

“Because I know she cannot win,” I said simply. “Not against what we are.”

His forehead dropped to mine, his hands warm against my cheeks. “I will not let her poison touch you. Not in words. Not in lies. Not in anything.”

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“And she will not see me break,” I whispered. My eyes searched his. “But tell me… why now? Why suddenly? How did she know to come here, of all places?”

Francesco stilled, his frown deepening.

“You mean-”

“I think someone told her,” I said softly. “Someone who knew about your past with her.”

“Who?” His voice was rough, dangerous.

I shrugged gently. “Let her play her game. In the end, truth always shows itself.”

He pulled me into a fierce embrace, his lips finding mine in a kiss that tasted of vow and promise.

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