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Chapter Twenty- Eight

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Damon’s POV

Room 417 felt colder after she left.

The scent of her perfume lingered—soft, floral, achingly familiar—but the warmth of her hand was already fading from mine, like she had never been here at all.

I stared at the closed door, willing it to open again.

It didn’t.

My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, every inhale tight, every exhale heavier than the last. I swallowed against the lump in my throat and whispered into the emptiness, my voice a low rasp even I barely recognized.

“I never stopped waiting for you…”

But she was already gone.

Across the room, the IV machine beeped with mechanical indifference, its green light blinking in a steady rhythm. The thin needle tugged at my arm when I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. My body ached from the accident—bruises, stitches, the sharp pull in my ribs when I moved too quickly. But the real pain—the kind that clamped around my chest like an iron fist—came from the look in her eyes when she saw me.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t
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  • The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return   Chapter Forty-One

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  • The Lost Heiress’s Glorious Return   Chapter Forty

    Isabella’s POVThe apartment was too quiet. Too still.Silence weighed like a blanket pressing down on my lungs, making each breath feel borrowed. Every creak of the old building seemed amplified, every distant honk or motorcycle rumble carried through the thin walls and slammed into my skull. Even the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen seemed too loud, too sharp against the fragile stillness of the night.A streetlight outside flickered in uneven bursts, its glow spilling across the walls in jittery fragments, as if the room itself were restless, unable to stay still. The shadows shifted with every pulse of light, bending into shapes that felt almost alive, watching, waiting.Mia slept soundly in the next room or at least I told myself she did. But I couldn’t. Sleep clung to me like a stranger’s coat: heavy, suffocating, but never truly mine. My body ached for rest, yet my mind roared, circling the same dark thoughts over and over again.I paced. Back and forth. The thin carpet m

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    Kiara’s POVThe city slept. But I was already at war. Even at this hour, lights spilled across the skyline, a restless pulse of life below. From my apartment window, I could see the glow stretch endlessly, cars slicing through the night like veins of fire. But none of it touched me. None of it reached the storm that churned in my chest.I sat on the edge of the couch, glass of wine balanced loosely in my hand, the deep red liquid catching the light. I swirled it slowly, staring at the spiral it formed before lifting it to my lips. It tasted like nothing. Bitter, flat. Just like everything else lately.Damon.His name was a constant, echoing in my head whether I wanted it there or not. Damon pacing his office, Damon shutting me out with clipped words, Damon looking at me like I was an inconvenience. Seven years ago, I hadn’t just been in his world I had been his world. The first, the only. The one he couldn’t let go of.And then she had come. Isabella.I tilted my head back, closing my

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