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Chapter 51; A Masquerade of Motives

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ISABELLA’S POV

The rain battered the windows, a relentless drone that matched the storm in my chest. I sat at the dining table, my fork trembling in my hand, the scent of roasted chicken and garlic mashed potatoes overwhelming. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t scraping leftovers from my brothers’ plates or sneaking bites from Maria’s secret portions. The food was real, hot, and piled high on a plate meant for me. But the sight of it—golden meat, creamy potatoes, vibrant green beans—churned my stomach.

Tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill, but I forced them back, my throat tight. I couldn’t cry, not here, not in front of my parents, my brothers, and this stranger, Mr. Grayson, whose dark eyes watched me from across the table. My family’s sudden kindness felt like a blade hovering over my neck, and I didn’t know why.

“Isabella,” Mr. Grayson said, his voice smooth, almost fatherly, as he leaned forward, his tailored black coat catching the chandelier’s dim light. His silver
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