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Chapter 18: The Rain Confession

Author: HIL’Bray
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-04 14:58:29

Balcony, post-storm rain

The suite door clicked softly behind her.

Isabel stood still, the silence of the room pressing in like fog. Her heart was still galloping, the ghost of Alessandro’s voice—Next time you beg, I won’t stop—echoing through her like a drumbeat she couldn’t silence. She exhaled, shaky. The tension still clung to her like heat, but it was quiet now, suffocating in a different way.

Then she heard it—the soft, steady sound of rain. Not thunder, not chaos. Just the patter of it, as if the world outside had finally stopped holding its breath.

Her eyes drifted toward the open balcony door. The wind had pushed it ajar. The sheer curtains fluttered like breath. And beyond them, the scent of the sea mingled with the fresh coolness of a late-night drizzle.

She walked slowly, her bare feet sinking into the thick carpet as she moved toward the sound. Her dress was still damp from earlier, clinging to her in places, and her skin prickled with the chill that had settled in t
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