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Chapter 21: The Whispers Of Guilt.

Penulis: Sinachi
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Isabella Pov

I was an anchor, not a passenger. That’s what Vladimir had effectively declared in his war room. He had claimed me as his partner, his Zvezda moya, the anchor that grounded his wrath. Yet, being an anchor felt heavier than being a prisoner.

The morning had dragged on, slow and terrifying. The cold scent of antiseptic and chlorine lingered faintly, the only tangible proof that three men had died in my bedroom hours ago. Vladimir was still locked away in the council room, orchestrating the bloodshed. He’d left Alexander posted outside my door, a guard, yes, but also a constant reminder that I was now the most valuable, and most vulnerable, thing in his arsenal.

I was sitting in front of the huge fireplace, staring into the hungry flames, turning the events over and over. I had killed for my child. I hadn't hesitated. The shame hadn't arrived, only the lingering, cold clarity of a woman who had crossed a line she could never uncross.

A soft knock interrupted my grim focus. Al
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