All Chapters of His Unwanted Witness : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The words Alessandro had spoken hung in the air between them, sharp and unmoving, like broken glass scattered across the floor. Every breath she took felt shallow, like her lungs could not fully expand.“So,” she said slowly, her voice almost flat, “this is why you kept her from me.”Alessandro nodded.“Yes.”The single word landed heavily.“It is the reason I kept your mother hidden from you,” he continued. “I knew that if you knew she was alive, you would want to see her.”Isabella’s fingers curled slowly at her sides.“And that would have put her life in danger,” Alessandro said. “Because Lorenzo watches bloodlines. Faces. Patterns. He does not let go once he fixes his attention.”Isabella swallowed.“So you lied,” she said.Alessandro did not flinch.“I protected,” he replied.Silence stretched between them.It was not empty silence. It was thick. Pressing. The kind that forced memories and questions to the surface whether you wanted them or not.“Well,” Isabella said quietly, bre

The light came slowly.Soft morning light slipped through the curtains, pale and quiet, resting gently on the walls. The room was still. Peaceful in a way Isadora had not felt since she arrived on the island.She woke up gradually.Not with fear.Not with panic.Just awareness.Isadora blinked once, then again, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow. For a moment, she did not move. She lay there listening, counting sounds the way she had learned to do. The hum of the estate. The distant call of birds. The soft rhythm of breathing beside her.She turned her head slightly.Amelia was still asleep.She lay curled on her side, the blanket pulled up to her chest, her face relaxed in a way Isadora had never seen before. No tension. No flinch. No tightness around her eyes.Isadora watched her quietly.She had not slept much herself. Her body had rested, but her mind stayed alert all night. She had listened to every sound outside the door. Every step in the hallway. Every shift in the building.B

Breakfast ended quietly.The plates were not cleared all at once. No one rushed to stand. The moment felt too delicate, as if movement might shatter it. Amelia sat with her hands folded around her cup, warmth seeping into her fingers. Isadora watched her closely, noting the way her shoulders no longer curled inward as tightly as before.Alina rose first.“Would you like to go outside?” she asked gently. “The garden is calm this time of morning.”Amelia looked up, uncertain. “Outside?”“Yes,” Alina said. “There are flowers. And benches. You can sit if you get tired.”Isadora waited, letting Amelia decide.After a moment, Amelia nodded. “I would like that.”They stood together. Alina gathered the empty cups, placing them neatly aside, while Isadora helped Amelia with her cardigan. The fabric was light, but Amelia held onto it like armor.The doors to the garden opened with a soft creak.Sunlight spilled across the stone path, warm and golden. The air smelled of earth and leaves, fresh a

The room was quiet in the way only night could make it.Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the tense stillness that came after too many thoughts had been left unspoken. The city beyond the windows glowed faintly, its lights slipping through the sheer curtains and painting soft lines across the walls. Somewhere far below, traffic moved, distant and indifferent. Life continued outside these walls.Inside, everything felt suspended.The sheets were cool beneath Alessandro’s hand, smooth and unfamiliar despite how many nights he had spent in this bed. The air was calm, but there was nothing calm about the way he lay there, facing Isabella, his body tense with restraint.She was on her side, curled slightly toward him.Too close to ignore.Close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath every time she exhaled. Close enough that he could count the faint pauses between those breaths, the ones she made when her thoughts drifted somewhere heavy.He did not speak at first.He watched

Lorenzo remained where he was, standing near the window, his reflection faintly visible in the glass. The garden below looked almost gentle in the morning light. Green hedges trimmed too neatly. White stone paths curved with intention. Everything in its place.Everything obedient.Except her.He did not clench his fists again. He had already done that once. Repeating it would be indulgent. Lorenzo did not indulge emotions unless they served him.Instead, he straightened the cuff of his sleeve.A small, precise movement.“She is calm,” he repeated quietly, replaying Alina’s words. “Protective. Polite.”Polite.The word irritated him more than defiance would have.Defiance was honest. Politeness was controlled. Politeness suggested choice.Isadora had not screamed. Had not begged. Had not sent someone else in her place.She had refused him through a guard.That was not fear.That was calculation.He turned slightly, angling his body so he could see the garden more clearly. Isadora had m