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NINETY

Author: Betty__Kris
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-14 03:34:18

NINETY

Isabelle let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, but the weight of his last warning—always answer my calls, still lingered. She smiled as she stared at the white-walled studio that she was assigned to. Today was going so well, well except for Alessandro bringing his army with him, and dropping off two with her to watch her every move. And they hadn't left her side even for a second. They were hell bent on following her to every single corner she went to.

She had to excuse herself to use the restroom to see if they'll follow her too.

But, apparently, that was the only boundary she was going to get. She couldn't blame them even if she wanted to. It wasn't their fault. They were only following orders, and disobedience might likely mean their death. And they seemed nice. At least they weren't trying to be overly invasive.

It would be a mean thing to disappear into thin air, because they were the ones to suffer for whatever shenanigan she decides to create.

Lucien
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