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Chapter thirty three: The Unspoken Truth
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2026-08-31 14:46:53Isabella’s POV
The mansion felt colder than ever the next morning. Evelyn’s return had shifted everything… the air, the dynamics, even the way the staff looked at me. I moved through the halls like a ghost, trying to avoid everyone, but the house itself seemed determined to remind me of my place.Charlie had left early for a meeting, but not before leaving another note on my nightstand:Don’t leave the grounds today. We’re not done talking. The words were both a co
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