ROMANTHE NEXT DAY-MORNING“Ugh… damn it.” I groaned, stretching on the bed as a sharp pain throbbed in my head. I dragged myself up slowly, my body heavy and sore. My feet hit the floor and I stumbled out of my room, heading down the hallway toward the kitchen, desperate to fix the hangover from last night’s drinking.“Isabella,” I called out when I ran into one of the housemaids by the stairs. One hand was rubbing my forehead, trying unsuccessfully to ease the pounding headache. “Can you make me some hangover soup? Something quick.”“Right away, sir.” She replied, hurrying off toward the kitchen.Since she was handling it, I didn’t bother going to the kitchen anymore. Instead, I went straight to the living room and dropped onto the couch, leaning back while the news played on the TV in front of me.A reporter stood by the riverside on the screen, a yellow police tape behind her. Officers were working behind her, zipping up a blurred-out body bag.“This morning, around 6:15 a.m., lo
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