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36. ISABELLE'S POV.

Author: Faah
last update publish date: 2026-02-27 18:11:25
My eyelids felt glued together with sleep and salt. When they finally parted, the world swam into focus in slow, nauseating waves.

The ceiling above me was too high, vaulted wood beams stained dark, a crystal chandelier hanging like a frozen waterfall. The sheets beneath me were crisp, cool, scented faintly with lavender detergent and something richer, more expensive.

I blinked hard. My body felt heavy, drugged, like my limbs belonged to someone else.

Where am I?

I turned my head. The room was
Faah

Hey loves! 😘 This chapter got dark, chaotic, and… a little obsessive, just how we like it, right? Isabelle is struggling, Lucas is… well, being Lucas. Buckle up, because things are only going to get messier, hotter, and more intense from here. Thanks for sticking with me ....you won’t want to miss what’s next!

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