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I don't fall for pretenses

Penulis: Ilma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-31 21:42:06
Isabella’s POV

I came to the dining room at 8:00 PM.

Dante was waiting in his chair. He didn't start eating until I sat down.

We ate in silence for ten minutes. I waited for him to speak, to answer the questions I wasn't asking. But he didn't. He just ate quietly, without bothering about my existence or even asking about the breach.

I finally set my fork down. I couldn't take the silence anymore. "Why?" I asked.

Dante grabbed the glass and took a slow sip of wine. "Why what, Alessia?"

"Wh
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