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Chapter 16: The Trap

作者: Hannie
last update 公開日: 2026-08-15 19:55:47

​Isabella's POV

​I stared at the message until the letters dissolved into a blurred mass of luminescent white against the dark screen.

​Come alone, Isabella.

​My fingers tightened around the frame of my phone so hard my knuckles turned ghostly pale.

​Across the breakfast room, Nathan was still frantically tapping commands into his terminal, trying to trace the digital breadcrumbs. Daniel was speaking in a furious, hushed voice with Sebastian near the doorway, while Julian stood completely paral
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