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Going home

Penulis: Jules Golden
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-05 20:55:34

Chapter 13

Isabella's POV

I stared at my mother's contact for a long while before I finally pressed call, my thumb hovering over the screen the way it might hover over the edge of a cliff.

She had never truly given up on me, not once in all these years, even when I gave her every reason to. She was the one who called whenever her spies within Marcus's circle whispered that I looked tired, or thinner, or sadder than the last time someone had seen me. She was the one who pleaded, again and again,
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