The Prince's Duchess { Illyria Series 1 } - COMPLETED

Chapter 65: Huntress

Warning! This is one violent chapter and has some abuse and blood in it. I am advising you to read responsibly. Thank you.

Sarina's POV:

Where the hell am I?

I woke up and dressed in different clothing than what I was wearing at the chateau. It was a simple dress made of silk and worn slippers.

It was like I was not kidnapped but treated as a guest.

My disoriented gaze soon looked around the room. It was small but the room was well furnished and it looked like the inside of...

an old house?

"Nikolette?" I called out and wandered around the room, wondering if she was locked somewhere here as well.

"I'm right here." her voice was by the window so I followed it.

"Niko! Oh, I'm so glad you are safe!" I saw that she was also dressed in black baggy clothes " Do you know where we are?"

The window gave a view of a small base protected by snow-capped mountains but....it was surrounded by men. Ruffians dressed in black clothing and vehicles made for trekking snow were visible in every corner. There were also a few warehouses visible and a few people who were clearly workers milling about carrying things.

"We are still within Chamonix but I don't know this place." Nikolette frowned. "But whoever kidnapped us seems to know our value since I am a duke's daughter and you are a duchess."

I trembled at the thought of what Leone was doing now that I am gone. My heart ached. He must be worried that we were taken. Turning towards the door; I tried to open it but it was locked.

"All the windows are barred as well. Seems like someone wanted to keep us inside. Also.." she beckoned me with a finger. " this place is guarded too well."

I walked towards the window, where a few men were guarding the door. Their belt held guns and some even had knives tucked into their person. This means that the one who did this had planned it very well.

"Who...?"

The door slammed open and I saw a few rough-looking men came inside, only to make way for a lean man dressed in a black suit. His slender hands were covered in black gloves and his gaunt, rat-like face gleamed when he saw me. His sandy hair was greasy with some kind of styling mousse. The scar on his left eye was menacing as his steely black eyes gazed at me.

I froze.

This man.....

I have seen glimpses of him in my dream. He was present whenever Safirah's blood was being extracted at their Danati warehouse. His pleased smile at seeing her tremble and cry out for Kassim felt perverted and sickening.

Fiore Hatchet.

The drug crime lord who bought and used Safirah for her blood is standing right in front of me.

An icy cold chill pierced my body at the realization.

"So this woman is a famous duchess? His Highness has some...unique taste." his cold voice resembled a low hiss of a snake as he suddenly snapped his fingers and a few men had their guns out and aimed towards me.

I felt my blood run cold as he walked over and grabbed my jaw in a painful grip, making me lose my balance.

"Your Grace!" Nikolette's voice turned into a yelp when two men grabbed her by the arms and forced her to kneel. "H-How dare you!"

A crack of a palm echoed throughout the room as one of the men restraining my friend slapped her hard and she cried out.

"Bastards!" she spat out blood which made me flinch when they hit her again.