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Chapter 0016

MILA

Isabella leaned against a pillar. Even her nightclothes were elegant and expensive. It was a shame her face was always so pinched and angry.

“Sneaking into the Prince’s room?” she asked while raising an eyebrow. My face flushed, but I said nothing.

“He’s not even in there,” Isabella conti
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