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Late Afternoon
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His Unwanted Witness can we stay together
The light came slowly.Soft morning light slipped through the curtains, pale and quiet, resting gently on the walls. The room was still. Peaceful in a way Isadora had not felt since she arrived on the island.She woke up gradually.Not with fear.Not with panic.Just awareness.Isadora blinked once, then again, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow. For a moment, she did not move. She lay there listening, counting sounds the way she had learned to do. The hum of the estate. The distant call of birds. The soft rhythm of breathing beside her.She turned her head slightly.Amelia was still asleep.She lay curled on her side, the blanket pulled up to her chest, her face relaxed in a way Isadora had never seen before. No tension. No flinch. No tightness around her eyes.Isadora watched her quietly.She had not slept much herself. Her body had rested, but her mind stayed alert all night. She had listened to every sound outside the door. Every step in the hallway. Every shift in the building.B
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Her eyes stayed fixed on Alessandro, sharp now, alert in a way he recognized. It was the same look their mother used to have when she understood danger but refused to bend to it.“You keep saying we must be careful,” she said. “But careful does not bring her back.”“No,” Alessandro replied. “But reckless will kill her.”Isabella exhaled slowly through her nose.“You speak like you have already accepted what he wants,” she said. “Like this is a game with rules.”“It is,” Alessandro said. “Lorenzo lives by rules he invented himself.”She leaned forward slightly.“Then tell me the rules,” she said. “All of them.”Alessandro hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded.“He does not act on impulse,” he said. “Everything he does is deliberate. Measured. Even cruelty.”Isabella’s fingers tightened on the armrest.“So he plans suffering,” she said.“Yes,” Alessandro replied. “Because suffering makes people predictable.”Her lips pressed into a thin line.“And Isadora?” she asked. “What does he
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The words Alessandro had spoken hung in the air between them, sharp and unmoving, like broken glass scattered across the floor. Every breath she took felt shallow, like her lungs could not fully expand.“So,” she said slowly, her voice almost flat, “this is why you kept her from me.”Alessandro nodded.“Yes.”The single word landed heavily.“It is the reason I kept your mother hidden from you,” he continued. “I knew that if you knew she was alive, you would want to see her.”Isabella’s fingers curled slowly at her sides.“And that would have put her life in danger,” Alessandro said. “Because Lorenzo watches bloodlines. Faces. Patterns. He does not let go once he fixes his attention.”Isabella swallowed.“So you lied,” she said.Alessandro did not flinch.“I protected,” he replied.Silence stretched between them.It was not empty silence. It was thick. Pressing. The kind that forced memories and questions to the surface whether you wanted them or not.“Well,” Isabella said quietly, bre
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Alessandro sat behind his desk, his hands folded tightly in front of him.The room was quiet, but his mind was not.The large office was filled with the low hum of machines, the soft glow of screens, and the faint smell of leather and wood. Papers lay neatly arranged, untouched. His phone rested beside his hand, silent. Too silent.He had not slept properly in days.The door opened.Two of his men stepped inside. Both looked tense. Both looked tired.Alessandro lifted his head slowly.“Well?” he asked.The men exchanged a quick glance before one of them spoke.“We searched everything, boss,” the man said carefully. “Every port. Every private dock. Every airstrip. We tracked boats, flights, satellite paths. We checked old routes. Nothing.”Alessandro’s jaw tightened.“Nothing?” he repeated.“Yes, sir,” the second man added. “The island is hidden. Whoever owns it erased its trail. It is not on any public map. No official record. No private listing. It is like it does not exist.”Silence
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Isadora walked back into the dining room slowly.The warmth from the kitchen was still there, but something had shifted. The air felt heavier, like the walls were listening. The soft light above the table cast long shadows across the floor. Everything looked the same, yet nothing felt the same.Amelia was still sitting at the table.Her bowl had been pushed aside. The spoon rested untouched beside it. She had finished eating, but she had not stood up. She sat very still, her back straight, her hands folded tightly in her lap like she was afraid to move without permission.Isadora noticed how tense she looked.Amelia lifted her head the moment she saw Isadora. Her eyes moved quickly over Isadora’s face, searching. Reading. Hoping.“Is he gone?” Amelia asked in a low voice.Her voice was careful. Controlled. Like she was afraid even the walls might hear her.“Yes,” Isadora replied softly. “He left.”Amelia released a breath she had been holding for a long time. It came out slowly, uneve
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Isadora did not answer right away.She stood where she was, her hands at her sides, her posture straight. The room felt smaller now, tighter, as if the walls were listening.“I did not ask you to rush me,” she said calmly. “I asked for time.”Lorenzo tilted his head slightly. “And I gave it to you.”“You freed Amelia,” Isadora replied. “That was part of the condition.”“Yes,” he said. “And I kept my word.”He walked toward the table and poured himself a drink, moving with ease.“Now it is your turn.”Isadora swallowed but kept her voice steady. “You said you would give me time to think.”“I did,” Lorenzo replied. “Thinking does not mean avoiding.”She took a step forward. “You brought me here. You locked me on an island. You decide when I eat, when I sleep, where I walk. And now you want me to make a choice like this freely?”He turned to face her fully.“I want honesty,” he said. “Not fear. Not lies. Not delay.”Isadora let out a slow breath. “You are asking for something that cannot
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