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Chapter 16: The Yacht Party

Penulis: HIL’Bray
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The day passed in a daze.

After breakfast with Albert, where too many truths had been spoken and not enough forgiven, Isabel retreated to the quiet corner of the resort’s private garden, needing the sanctuary of silence. Her father’s words lingered—soft with regret, heavy with time lost. She didn’t know how to carry them. They sat on her shoulders like a second skin, warm and uncomfortable.

She’d looked into his eyes and, for the first time in years, seen a man instead of a failure. Still, she wasn’t ready to call it healing. Just… a beginning.

By late afternoon, the Sicilian sun had begun to stretch gold across the terracotta tiles of the villa, casting long, languid shadows through the open doors of their suite. Isabel had been curled on the chaise near the window, a book resting on her lap, unread for hours.

She’d tried not to think of Alessandro.

Tried not to replay the moment he’d stopped—lips parted, breath ragged, his forehead pressed to hers like it took everything in him
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