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Chapter 105: Villain Rising

Author: Nancy's Best
last update publish date: 2026-02-08 02:14:28

CALEB’S POV

I stood in the middle of my living room staring at the empty couch where Isabella should have been curled up waiting for me to come home from school. The silence pressed against my ears like wet cotton and rage boiled up so fast I couldn’t breathe around it. Sebastian was back. Sebastian was taking her. Sebastian had the nerves to carry her out of that hallway like some fucking hero while I watched useless from the parking lot.

My fist connected with the coffee table first wood spl
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