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Chapter six: Shattered Facade.

Author: Silver cushy
last update publish date: 2026-08-11 19:10:05

Isabella’s POV

For a long, agonizing moment, he didn’t move. His sharp gray gaze dragged slowly over every inch of my exposed body, lingering on the curve of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the vulnerable shadow between my thighs where water still traced glistening paths down my skin.

The air thickened between us, heavy with his stunned silence and my burning humiliation.

His jaw tightened.

Something darker flickered in his eyes—hunger mixed with disgust, as if he hated himself for looking,
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