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Chapter 57: Bonds and Suspicions

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ISABELLA’S POV

My heart twisted as I stepped into Mia’s hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic hitting me like a wave. Sebastian had dropped me off, his eyes intense with worry, promising to wait in the hallway as if the danger would come find me here.

Now, seeing Mia propped up on the bed, her leg wrapped in thick bandages from where she’d fallen and been stabbed, I couldn’t hold back. Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and unstoppable.

Mia’s face softened, her brown eyes glistening as she opened her arms. “Come here, you big baby,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion.

I rushed to her, collapsing into her embrace, my sobs muffled against her shoulder. Her arms tightened around me, her own tears soaking my hair. We clung to each other, the weight of everything—her injury, my family’s betrayal, the threats on my life—pouring out in silent, shuddering cries. The room felt smaller, the beeping monitors and sterile walls fading as our bond held us together.

Mia pulled back
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