Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose novel Chapter 99

**Healing Slowly But Surely**
**By R. Joseph**
**Chapter 99**

In the grand entrance of the Shadowbane villa, Agnes’s apology landed heavily, much like a stone cast into a tranquil lake—its impact rippling through the stillness, firm and unyielding, leaving no ambiguity in its wake.

Aysel, standing nearby, felt the tremor of Agnes’s words resonate against the ornate walls, as if the very structure of the villa was absorbing the weight of her regret.

Her gaze flickered towards Magnus, who was lost in thought, his brow furrowed as he began to piece together the puzzle that was Agnes. Memories from his childhood began to surface, memories he had long tucked away. Giovanna had been a constant in his early years, a nurturing presence he often sought out as he matured. Yet, visits to her home had become infrequent, shrouded in an unspoken tension that few dared to question openly.

During those rare visits, Agnes was always there, the niece who was cherished and protected, her youthful laughter echoing through the halls like a sweet melody. As time passed, their paths had inevitably intertwined, though Magnus had been largely unaware of the impact he had left on her young heart.

Agnes had developed an innocent crush on him, a fervent admiration for the aloof, striking Alpha who seemed to embody the very essence of night—cold and beautiful, as if he had been forged from the very iron of the moonlit sky. Even during the years he spent away from the continent, she had followed his exploits, her heart swelling with pride and longing, though she remained hidden in the shadows, a mere observer of his life.

To Magnus, however, the little girl who had stolen glances at him from the corners of the room was little more than a distant memory, her name and face blurred in the fog of time. He had been consumed by his own tumultuous journey, focused solely on survival and revenge, leaving no room for the fleeting affection of a child.

Now, as silence enveloped the room, Agnes felt her heart crumble under the weight of their stillness. Her voice, barely above a whisper, broke through the tension. “I’m sorry—I really won’t dare to do it again,” she murmured, her tone laced with desperation.

Earlier that day, after being thoroughly humiliated by Aysel, she had rushed to her aunt, seeking solace. But instead of the comfort she craved, Giovanna had unleashed a tempest of disappointment upon her. The so-called “childhood engagement” had been nothing more than a light-hearted jest shared between Giovanna and Raya, a fleeting moment that had been mentioned once and swiftly forgotten. Yet, for Agnes, who had nurtured feelings for Magnus, that offhand comment had taken root in her heart, growing into something far more significant than it had ever been intended.

The truth was stark—neither Agnes nor Magnus had even existed when those words were first spoken. Giovanna, while not claiming to fully understand the depths of Magnus’s psyche, grasped enough of his nature to know that he was not the type of Alpha who could be tethered by past debts or the whims of childhood games.

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