Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 608: Enemies On A Narrow Way — 2

Chapter 608: Enemies On A Narrow Way — 2

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"Excuse me?" Elena’s brows furrowed in confusion and irritation as she stared at Islinda, her anger simmering beneath the surface.

But Islinda remained composed, her tone seemingly innocent as she delivered her words. "No offense, but I got called Aldric’s whore. I thought to give you a heads up in case you’re heading down the same lane."

Elena scoffed, her demeanor defensive. "Jealous much?" she retorted sharply.

But Islinda remained unruffled, her response measured and calculated. "Not at all. I’m merely looking out for you. After all, compared to me, a mere human, the whole realm knows you as Valerie’s fiancée. I wonder what they would think if the esteemed Lady Elena is cheating on him with the dark fae prince," A hint of laughter danced in Islinda’s voice as she continued, "I can’t help but fear you might be ostracized from among your people."

Although Islinda’s words sounded like advice, there was an underlying taunt in her tone that didn’t escape Elena’s notice. Anger surged within Elena, and her hand clenched around her utensil so tightly that it bent. Islinda of the past might have been intimidated by such a gesture, but after facing numerous life-threatening situations, nothing fazed her anymore.

Elena growled, "You should mind your business."

Islinda lifted her hand in mock surrender, "Calm your horses, I was only looking out for a fellow sister." She called, continually taunting her.

Elena knew that Islinda was rifling her up on purpose, but she couldn’t help it. Even without taking over Elena’s body, Islinda was a mere human and could not hold a candle to her, Lola, a witch. Their race was superior to humans. So how dare Islinda speak to her that way? Islinda knows nothing about her!

How dare she call her Aldric’s whore?! Accusing her of tangling under the sheet with Aldric was an insult to Dorcas’ memory. Getting close to Aldric was an antic to get his guard down and then murder him brutally the same way he had done to her sister, Dorcas. Unfortunately, Prince Aldric was too powerful and she had to go along with this game, alongside dealing with the original body’s feelings for Aldric.

Lola could feel the true Elena’s consciousness slipping away slowly and letting her take over permanently. However, what she didn’t expect was for Elena’s affection to linger, influencing her reaction to Aldric. However, Lola’s goal remained the same, she would destroy Aldric and avenge her sister, Dorcas.

Elena’s voice dripped with indignation as she confronted Islinda. "Why don’t you just admit that you’re envious of the attention Aldric gives me instead of you?" she challenged.

"Who knows.... " With deliberate emphasis, Elena let her words hang in the air for effect, "Aldric and I might even end up together, and you’ll be left in the dust where you belong."

When Islinda fell silent, Elena assumed victory, wearing a smug expression. But her triumph was short-lived as Islinda erupted into hysterical laughter. Tears streamed down Islinda’s cheeks, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and snot dripping from her nose, creating a confusing and uncomfortable scene for Elena. At this point, the embarrassment began to overshadow Elena’s initial confidence.

As the laughter subsided, Islinda’s demeanor turned serious. Leaning closer to the table, she gripped the edges tightly and addressed Elena with a gravelly voice, "Is that the lie you tell yourself to sleep at night?"

Taken aback by Islinda’s unexpected reaction, Elena was momentarily speechless. However, she quickly regained her composure, refusing to be intimidated by a mere human.

"How dare you?!" she spat, her eyes blazing with fury.

Instead of immediately responding, Islinda calmly reached for a glass of wine on the table. With deliberate nonchalance, she swirled the rich liquid, savoring the moment, before taking a leisurely sip, intentionally prolonging the tension and keeping Elena waiting.

Elena gritted her teeth, rage surging through her. She was tempted to lash out with her witch powers and end Islinda once and for all since her first attempt failed. But then, that would expose her. Even though it was just the two of them in the large dinning table, two Fae guards were stationed at the entrance and kept an eye on them.

The time was not now, she had to have patience. However, now she thought about it, Islinda was the reason why Dorcas had died. If Valerie had not hired Dorcas to perform the soul swap, Aldric wouldn’t have interfered and killed her soul sister. Elena’s decision was solidified at that moment, Islinda must die for her revenge to be complete. Islinda and Aldric were her target now.

Islinda finally finished her wine, letting out a burp before placing the empty glass on the table. The wine had gone straight to her head, leaving her feeling slightly tipsy.

"Oh, right, sorry," Islinda apologized lazily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, as if just remembering the conversation with Elena. "Now, where were we?" she drawled.

Elena reached her breaking point, struggling to contain her anger as she stared at Islinda in disbelief. Was she serious? Elena fought the urge to lurch across the table and throttle Islinda.

To make matters worse, Islinda cursed under her breath, "Damn, I think I’ve forgotten what we were arguing about."

What? Elena nearly exploded with frustration. All her efforts to intimidate Islinda had been in vain if she couldn’t even remember the conversation.

Yawning, Islinda announced, "I think I’m tired. You can have the food to yourself. We’ll continue our conversation tomorrow when Aldric can validate who’s more useful to him."

Islinda had tricked her all along. While she had claimed to have forgotten, she remembered every detail of their conversation perfectly. It was a deliberate ploy to undermine Elena’s confidence and assert her dominance

Elena watched dumbfounded as Islinda stood and returned to her chambers, her back turned dismissively. Elena clenched her fist. Fine, she would see who laugh last.

Later that night, as Islinda drifted into a deep sleep, a lock of her hair turned white once again. Suddenly, her eyes shot open, gleaming with a devilish and mischievous expression.

"Finally.... " she breathed.

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Sorry it came late, but it’s my birthday today! 💃💃