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His Unwanted Witness too close
The room was quiet in the way only night could make it.Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the tense stillness that came after too many thoughts had been left unspoken. The city beyond the windows glowed faintly, its lights slipping through the sheer curtains and painting soft lines across the walls. Somewhere far below, traffic moved, distant and indifferent. Life continued outside these walls.Inside, everything felt suspended.The sheets were cool beneath Alessandro’s hand, smooth and unfamiliar despite how many nights he had spent in this bed. The air was calm, but there was nothing calm about the way he lay there, facing Isabella, his body tense with restraint.She was on her side, curled slightly toward him.Too close to ignore.Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath every time she exhaled. Close enough that he could count the faint pauses between those breaths, the ones she made when her thoughts drifted somewhere heavy.He did not speak at first.He watched
His Unwanted Witness it is urgent
The sound came before the voice.Heavy boots against stone.Measured. Intentional.Isadora felt it before she saw anything—the subtle shift in the air, the way Alina’s shoulders stiffened, the way Amelia’s laughter faded mid-breath.Someone was approaching.Isadora straightened slowly, her back pressing lightly against the fig tree. She placed one hand on the ground, steadying herself, and the other rested instinctively near Amelia, not touching but close enough to protect.A guard stepped into view from between the hedges.He was tall, dressed in black, his posture rigid. His face was unreadable in the way men learned to make themselves when obedience mattered more than thought.He stopped a few feet away and inclined his head—not to Amelia, not to Alina.Only to Isadora.“Miss Isadora,” he said. “Sir Lorenzo requests your presence.”The garden seemed to hold its breath.Amelia’s fingers tightened in the fabric of her dress. Alina’s jaw clenched, though she said nothing.Isadora did
His Unwanted Witness protect her
Breakfast ended quietly.The plates were not cleared all at once. No one rushed to stand. The moment felt too delicate, as if movement might shatter it. Amelia sat with her hands folded around her cup, warmth seeping into her fingers. Isadora watched her closely, noting the way her shoulders no longer curled inward as tightly as before.Alina rose first.“Would you like to go outside?” she asked gently. “The garden is calm this time of morning.”Amelia looked up, uncertain. “Outside?”“Yes,” Alina said. “There are flowers. And benches. You can sit if you get tired.”Isadora waited, letting Amelia decide.After a moment, Amelia nodded. “I would like that.”They stood together. Alina gathered the empty cups, placing them neatly aside, while Isadora helped Amelia with her cardigan. The fabric was light, but Amelia held onto it like armor.The doors to the garden opened with a soft creak.Sunlight spilled across the stone path, warm and golden. The air smelled of earth and leaves, fresh a
His Unwanted Witness bathroom
The bathroom filled with steam again.Warm air curled upward, clinging to the tiled walls and softening the sharp edges of the room. The steady sound of running water echoed gently, almost like a quiet rhythm meant to calm the nerves. Isadora stood near the shower, her fingers testing the stream before adjusting the knob slightly.She waited until the temperature was just right.“Is it okay?” Amelia asked softly, her voice unsure.“Yes,” Isadora replied. “It is warm. Not too hot.”Amelia nodded and stepped forward carefully. The moment the water touched her skin, she inhaled sharply, then slowly exhaled. Her eyes closed without thinking, and her shoulders sagged as if a weight had finally been lifted.“It feels good,” she whispered.Isadora watched her closely, not intruding, not rushing. She rinsed her own arms, letting the water run over her skin, grounding herself in the moment. For once, there was no rush. No fear clawing at her chest. No footsteps outside the door.Just water.Ju
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
His Unwanted Witness let's rescue her
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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