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HIDDEN AGENDAS

Author: Sally DESIRE
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-22 07:34:01

Isabella’s POV

The house made one feel like a prison. Every stride I made reflected back to me, a reminder that I was imprisoned and that I could not flee the storm building around me. After my meeting with my father and Enzo, I had left the warehouse, but the weight of their words still tormented me.

It was all too much: Marco's cryptic warnings, Enzo's icy determination, and the sense that something far more was at work. I became aware for the first time of exactly how little I could influence my life. My father had sold me like a commodity, and Enzo still considered me as part of this complex game of power even if he had an unusual feeling of guardianship over me. I found myself in the midst with no obvious exit.

Perched at my room's big window, I saw the city lights flutter far away. From here, the world seemed to be so calm, but I knew otherwise. Underneath the gleaming surface lurked darkness, peril hiding in every shadow.

Though I didn't live on this planet, I was somehow being
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