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Chapter Twenty-Nine : A Tangled Legacy

Author: Zainab
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-11-07 01:07:22

(Isabella’s POV)

The silence on the other end of the line was a roaring abyss. For a terrifying second after the words left my mouth, I thought the call had dropped. All I could hear was the frantic thumping of my own heart, the distant sound of shouting, and a sharp wind whistling in the background.

“Alessandro?” I whispered, my knuckles white as I gripped the burner phone. “Are you there?”

“I’m here,” his voice finally came, and the sound was so strained, so full of a pain that went b
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