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Chapter 31 - What her accusation actually feels like

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Alessia

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Don Arturo sent a whole crew, a couple of nurses, a makeup artist, and a clean, soft dress. My freedom was going to be a staged production.

The moment the nurses came in, they got right to work. They put cold compresses on my face to try and bring down the worst of the swelling and the angry red skin. They smeared soothing creams on the flaky, tear-burned patches. Then came the bath.

Getting me out of bed was pure hell. Every minute movement, shifting my weight, swinging my legs, sent a spike of pain through my cracked ribs. I couldn't move my injured right shoulder at all, so they had to maneuver me like I was made of glass.

The warm water felt amazing on my skin, washing away the stench of hospital soap and dried blood. They didn't just wash me, they shaved, groomed, and worked on me like I was being prepared for my wedding night, not for a handoff to my brother. It was surreal. They were covering up the evidence, trying to make the collateral look undamaged. Do
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I was so deep in Alessia's trauma that I actually cried writing this chapter. My fingers are still shaking, seriously. Drop your theories! I need to know how you think Salvatore will react to seeing his broken sister! The comments section is our group therapy. Vote and Comment, let's process this together! XOXO, 💋 - Jane 🌹

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✨ Vera
Rino crossed the line. No excuses. No wonder she was so afraid of him in Adriano’s book and called him monster. He undoubtedly ruined her. But I think he ruined himself even more. Those images of Alessia and her cries most probably will haunt him all his life.
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Izukanji Nakawala
I was literally crying
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princy
sadly every man in her life broke her........
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