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Chapter 8

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THE MORNING AFTER

~GISELLE~

I woke up to the sound of the ocean crashing against stone.

For a terrifying heartbeat, I didn't know where I was. The sheets beneath me were silk, but they weren't the white cotton sheet I was used to at the Castellano mansion.

They were black. Cold, slippery, and smelling of sandalwood.

Memory rushed back in a rush.

The explosion. The fire. The gun in my hand. The way my body had arched against the door, betraying everything I stood for.

I shot up in bed, gasping, my hand flying to my chest.

I was alone.

The huge king-sized bed was empty on the other side. The pillow next to mine was pushed down. a ghost of the man who had slept there, but the sheets were cold.

Alessandro was gone.

I looked down at myself. I was a disaster. I was still wearing my wedding dress, though it was now a ruined remnant of lace and tulle.

The bodice was torn down the middle where he had ripped it, exposing my bra. The skirt was wrinkled and gray with soot from the explosion.

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