The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 404: Izaak’s Past 4

Chapter 404: Izaak’s Past 4

More than eight months had passed since Izaak last spoke with Magnus. At the time, Magnus had shared troubling information about Arabella, but Izaak had dismissed it, refusing to let it weigh on him—until two months ago, when his wife began acting strangely.

As the eldest prince, Izaak was destined to inherit the throne. However, he had no desire to ascend through deceit or conflict with his father. He had always envisioned a smooth and honorable transition, not one marred by tricks or tension.

He lifted the wine goblet in his hand, gazing at the red liquid before bringing it closer to his lips for a sip.

"Your Highness, forgive my intrusion," came Zerah’s voice from the doorway, carrying a tone of unease. "But there’s something urgent you must know."

Izaak lowered the goblet and set it on the table. "What is it?" he asked, his gaze shifting to Zerah.

Zerah hesitated for a moment, his expression troubled. "There was... an altercation, Your Highness. Between Her Highness and your mother."

Izaak’s eyes narrowed, irritation creeping into his voice. "Stop stalling and speak plainly."

Zerah swallowed hard, glancing down before continuing. "Princess Arabella... she nearly pushed your mother. It looked as if she meant to, though she stopped herself just in time."

Izaak’s jaw tightened and he left the chair. "Bring me the dagger," he said.

"What?" Zerah exclaimed as a horrific expression surrounded his face.

Izaak’s jaw clenched as he rose from the chair. "Bring me the dagger," he ordered in his sharp voice.

Zerah’s eyes widened in shock. "What?" he stammered, horror creeping into his expression.

"I said, bring me the dagger," Izaak repeated, his tone firmer, leaving no room for disobedience.

Zerah hurried out to fulfill the command, sensing the gravity of the situation. As Izaak stood there, he felt the weight of his decision settle over him. "Magnus was right," he muttered, his voice barely audible, filled with bitter resignation. "I never loved her. I was only infatuated. It’s time to remove this woman from my life."

Moments later, Zerah returned to the private chamber, carefully handing Izaak the dagger. "Here it is, Your Highness," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

Izaak gripped the hilt tightly, his resolve unshaken. He moved toward the door, Zerah trailing behind him, worried about what might unfold. As Izaak pushed aside the heavy curtains, he stepped into the room to find Arabella conversing with her attendant.

"What did you say to my mother?" Izaak demanded as he stopped a few steps from her.

The attendant quickly bowed and scurried away, sensing the growing tension. Arabella, startled, rose from the recliner and, without hesitation, rushed toward Izaak, wrapping her arms around him in a desperate embrace.

"Your mother insulted my late mother," she said, her voice laced with indignation. "How could she say such things? Can’t she even respect the dead?"

Izaak’s eyes darkened as he forcefully pushed her away, her embrace unraveling in an instant. Arabella stumbled back, her face etched with shock.

"Did you ever love me, Arabella?" His voice was cold, laced with accusation.

Arabella blinked, utterly confused by the question. "What kind of question is that?" she asked, staring at him with wide eyes, her confusion quickly giving way to fear.

"Who do you think you are to raise your filthy hand against my mother?" Izaak’s voice trembled with barely contained fury, his grip tightening around the dagger. "Do you think I’m a fool? That I’d fall for your lies? I trust my mother more than anyone in this world. Now, tell me the truth, Arabella. Why did you really marry me?"

His tone was cold, each word seething with rage. Zerah sensing the dangerous edge in Izaak’s voice, quietly slipped out of the room. He knew Izaak’s anger was far more dangerous than his kindness and could not be allowed to escalate. His decision was swift—to fetch the Queen before things went too far.

Left alone with Izaak, Arabella’s heart raced, but she forced herself to remain calm. She couldn’t afford to show fear. Not now. Meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence, she said, "Izaak, I don’t know who has been feeding you such lies, but I never raised my hand to harm your mother. I only confronted her because she insulted my late mother, and I defended my family’s honor."

Her voice softened, a touch of vulnerability creeping in as she took a cautious step closer to him. "As for love... I have always loved you, and I always will. You know this better than anyone."

Arabella’s hand trembled as she placed it on Izaak’s chest, her eyes wide with fear. "Izaak, I—" Her voice cut off abruptly as his grip tightened around her throat, choking off her breath.

"I warned you not to test my patience!" Izaak snarled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. His fangs bared, eyes blazing with anger. "I wanted honesty, but instead, you fed me lies. I was a fool to believe there was ever love between us. All you ever wanted was power!"

He shoved her roughly, sending her crashing into the recliner. As Arabella’s eyes darted to the dagger in his hand, terror took hold of her.

"No!" she cried, turning to flee, but Izaak was faster, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her back toward him.

"It’s time you leave my life forever," he declared coldly, tightening his grip as Arabella gasped for air, her strength failing her. The attendant, too terrified to intervene, bolted from the room to seek help.

"I’ll leave you... Don’t—don’t kill me, Izaak," Arabella begged as she fought to speak through the crushing hold on her throat.

"So, you admit it. You never loved me," Izaak said, his voice icy. "Say it. Tell me the truth!"

Arabella’s eyes filled with desperation as she rasped, "Forgive me."

Izaak’s expression turned dark, his voice dripping with finality. "Too bad, Bella. I don’t forgive. I kill."

Without hesitation, he plunged the dagger deep into her chest, piercing her heart. Arabella gasped, blood spilling from her mouth and staining Izaak’s clothes. Her body convulsed as she clung to life for mere seconds before going still, her skin paling as death claimed her.

"Izaak!" The Queen’s horrified voice echoed through the room as she entered just in time to witness the killing. But it was too late—Arabella’s body hit the ground with a lifeless thud, her heart pierced completely.

"That’s for making a mockery of my feelings... and disrespecting my mother," Izaak muttered coldly before turning to leave the room.

"Dispose of her," he ordered Zerah, his voice filled with disdain, before walking out, fury still burning in his veins.

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