~Isabella's POV~ His words lingered long after they left his mouth, curling around my thoughts like smoke.....intoxicating, dangerous, and impossible to ignore."You can walk through his world like a ghost… and ghosts don’t play fair." A Ghost. That’s what I was. A walking, talking secret. It was almost poetic.....haunting the life I had once lived, the man who had once owned my heart, my body, and in some ways, my very sense of self. Only now, it would be my turn to decide which rooms to haunt, which doors to slam shut, and which ones to burn entirely. I leaned back in the leather chair opposite Dante’s desk, crossing my legs slowly, as though putting physical distance between us might help me untangle what he truly meant. The city stretched out behind him, morning sunlight spilling over steel and glass, but in here, the air felt heavy, almost claustrophobic.“You make it sound,” I began carefully, “like slipping into Robert’s life and dismantling it would be as simple as….takin
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