Chapter 46 – Bride in Chains
****Isabelle's POV****
The room was opulent, drenched in gold accents and velvet shadows. Silk curtains lined the tall windows, though none could be opened. The windows were shatterproof, reinforced. It wasn’t a room; it was a palace turned prison. And Isabelle Vale sat in the center of it all like a broken jewel on a velvet throne.
Her wrists ached, raw and red from the manacles that had only been removed an hour ago. She could still feel their ghost pressing into her skin, a phantom ache mirroring the hollow in her chest. She rubbed at the tender flesh, but it did nothing to erase the truth: she was a prisoner.
No.
A bride.
A bride in chains.
She paced the perimeter of the room again. Twelve steps across, ten steps back. She'd measured it a hundred tim
