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Chapter 72: Keep your Enemies Close
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The following morning after his father’s passing, Damien had woken quite early.He was before his reflection again this morning.The expression on his face was hard to read except to his wife… Isla.She was right beside him again, just like yesterday, gently adjusting the collar as it is with their little tradition.But unlike yesterday, she didn’t speak. Her silence was soft and quiet in understanding.It carried respect for his grief.Her eyes lingered on his face, thinking about everything again.It was true that Damien and his late dad had not been close for most of his life. Yes, the man had been absent, cold, and unreachable. But Richard Blackwood was still the only father Damien ever had.The one person who, even in his final days on earth, had tried imperfectly to mend what he had broken. It wasn’t enough, but it was something.And now even he too was gone forever?Isla let out an inaudible sigh, reaching out to fix a cufflink now.A few seconds after this, a sharp sound f
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It was a Tuesday morning, just about four days after Isabella's weird departure. Damien was standing tall in his charcoal suit, gazing into his reflection with Isla in front of him.She was helping him adjust his tie with quiet concentration.“There,” she murmured, brushing an imaginary crease on his collar. “Perfect.”The silence between them was comfortable as usual.But just as Isla stepped aside to pick up his comb, the quietness was suddenly interrupted by the persistent sound of Damien’s ringing phone.The sound was coming from the side table by the window.Damien turned slightly with his brows pinched together.“Don’t worry, I’ll check it.” He murmured before Isla could try helping him get it.And in a few seconds he went over there to pick it up, eyes scanning the screen.The caller ID was showing Alexander.His brow immediately furrowed.“Alexander?”“That was rare,”He couldn't remember the last time his stepbrother had called him directly. Apart from Clarissa, the Black
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It was 5:43p.m. when Isla’s car returned back to the big wide gates of the Backwood mansion. It was far earlier than her usual return time. Damien wouldn’t be home yet, not at this hour, and as for Isabella…. Isla could see that her car was already parked in a casual slant near the front porch. “The witch was back already.” Back from her little snake mission. Isla sat back in the car for a moment, the corners of her mouth tightening ever so slightly. She finally stepped out with purpose, walking as if she were giving a subtle warning to the house itself. Now, she was home, and the shadow of war was hanging over her. Moments after getting inside, just around the hallway junction, two of the domestic help spotted her and immediately dipped into respectful bows. “Welcome back, ma’am.” They greeted almost in unison. Isla gave a soft nod to answer before blurting with the wave of one hand, “Thank you both. You can let the others know you’re dismissed for the night. Tell them I
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