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WHO IS SHE?

Author: O.A PRESHY
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 18:23:52

ISABELLA POV

My heart raced as I threw the covers aside and ran out of the bedroom.

“Eva!” I called again, my voice sharp with panic.

The hallway was dark, quiet. Only the soft ticking of the wall clock filled the silence. I rushed down the stairs, my feet cold against the tiles, chest tight with fear.

Then I heard it.

A small laugh.

My head turned toward the sitting room.

And there she was.

Eva.

In Xavier’s arms.

He was sitting on the couch, holding her like a baby while she giggled and wriggled. Her bunny lay on the sofa beside them, half falling off.

Relief hit me so hard, my knees almost gave way.

“Oh, thank God,” I whispered, placing a hand on my chest.

Xavier looked up and smiled. “She had a nightmare,” he said gently. “She came to find me. Said the other Mama was looking at her.”

My breath caught for a second.

He looked down at Eva and brushed her curls. “I calmed her down. We’ve been sitting here for a while.”

I walked over slowly, kneeling beside the couch, my fingers reachin
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  • ISABELLA (The Night that ruined me)   SEX WITH HER

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