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Chapter 98

Penulis: Abisola Janet
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-30 23:39:46

Amara’s POV

I thought it would only last a day.

A single day of being confined “for my safety,” a phrase Elena kept repeating like it was supposed to soothe me. But a day turned into a week, and a week into a month, and I am still locked inside this room—eating my meals on a tray like a prisoner, watched over by a bodyguard who barely speaks except to repeat Alessandro’s orders.

Every attempt to leave has been useless.

When I lied that I was feeling dizzy, hoping I’d at least be taken to a clinic, they sent the doctor into the room instead. When I begged to visit Nonna, they told me she wasn't receiving any guests and that her recovery depended on “strict isolation.” I didn't believe it, but I had no way to challenge it.

I resented Elena at first. I wanted her to rebel with me, to slip me keys or look the other way. But she is only a servant obeying instructions from the man who signs her paycheck. Sometimes she sits near me and talks quietly, telling me what's happening do
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