All Chapters of His Unwanted Witness : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Lorenzo

Lorenzo did not return to his chair.He remained standing near the window long after Isadora and the others drifted out of view, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture calm enough to be mistaken for patience.Patience, however, was only useful when it was deliberate.He turned away from the glass and walked through the room slowly, taking in the familiar details—the shelves arranged by height and color, the desk aligned perfectly with the rug beneath it, the faint scent of polished wood. Everything here obeyed order.People, eventually, did too.He stopped at the desk and pressed a button embedded discreetly along its edge.A soft tone sounded.“Bring me the household ledger,” he said into the receiver. “And the staff rotation schedule.”“Yes, sir,” came the reply.Lorenzo released the button and waited.He did not think about Isadora directly yet. That would come later. Instead, he thought about the environment. The structure. The invisible lines that held the island together

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the escape thoughts

The morning light arrived quietly.It did not announce itself. It did not demand attention. It filtered through the tall trees at the edge of the garden and settled across the stone paths like a held breath. Pale. Cool. Careful. Dew clung to the leaves and the low flowers, each drop catching light briefly before slipping away. Birds moved between branches in short, precise bursts—never lingering, never careless.Isadora noticed that too.Nothing on this island lingered without permission.She sat alone on the stone bench near the far hedge, her back straight, her hands folded loosely in her lap. The stone beneath her was cold even through her clothes. It pressed into her thighs, grounding her in something solid, something real.She had been awake long before the sun.Sleep had come in broken pieces—thin stretches of unconsciousness torn apart by awareness. Each time her mind drifted, it circled back to the same question, sharp and unavoidable.How do I leave this place?Not when. Not

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enjoy the house

The moment Isadora crossed the threshold, the air changed. Outside, light moved freely. Inside, it settled. Sound softened. Space narrowed. The stone beneath her feet felt smoother, colder, polished by control rather than time.She took three steps into the main corridor.Then she saw him.Lorenzo stood near the tall window at the far end of the hall, one hand resting lightly against the stone frame. He was not positioned like someone waiting. He looked like someone who had simply been there all along. The light cut across his profile without softening it. Dark clothing. Relaxed posture. No visible tension.He turned his head as if sensing her presence rather than hearing it.Their eyes met.Isadora stopped.Her instincts reacted before her thoughts did. Her shoulders squared. Her expression closed. Every muscle prepared for resistance.Lorenzo smiled.It was not sharp. It was not cold.It was calm.“Good morning,” he said.His voice carried easily, unhurried, as if greeting her had a

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the movement

Isadora did not move for several seconds after Lorenzo disappeared down the corridor.The house resumed its rhythm around her as if nothing had happened. Footsteps echoed faintly in distant halls. A door closed somewhere above. Fabric brushed stone. Low voices passed and faded.Normalcy returned too quickly.That was what unsettled her.She continued walking, slower now, allowing the calm to settle without accepting it. Lorenzo’s words replayed in her mind, not as threats but as placements. He had not demanded. He had not punished. He had shifted the ground beneath her feet and walked away as if the result were inevitable.That was the danger.She turned into a side hall that led toward the kitchen wing. Light filtered in through high windows, angled to prevent anyone from seeing too much of the outside. The design was intentional. Everything here was meant to reveal only what it allowed.As she walked, she noted changes.Two guards stood where there had been one the previous day. Not

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this is why I'll leave

The next morning did not begin quietly.Isadora woke before the sound reached her, not because of noise, but because of instinct. Something in the air had shifted. The stillness she had grown used to was gone. The house no longer breathed evenly.She sat up in bed, heart already alert.Then she heard it.A sharp sound cut through the corridor outside her room. Not a scream. Not a shout. Something worse.A command.Low. Forceful. Final.Her fingers curled into the sheets as footsteps followed—many of them. Too many for routine. Too fast to be coincidence.She stood and crossed the room, moving toward the door. She did not open it. She pressed her ear against the wood.Voices carried through the hall.“…take her now.”“She resisted.”“Of course she did.”A pause.“Make it quick.”Isadora’s stomach dropped.Her mind raced instantly, mapping possibilities. Amelia.Her first thought was Amelia.She pulled the door open before she could stop herself.The hallway was already crowded. Guards

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play the game

The corridor narrowed as they reached the end, the shadows deepening under the muted morning light. Lorenzo stopped before a door at the far end. His hand didn’t just press hers back—it commanded. Isadora stumbled slightly, her heart racing as he leaned close, the heat of his presence pressing against her.“Inside,” he said, voice low, controlled, almost a growl.Before she could step away, he closed the distance. His hand gripped her wrist, dragging her through the doorway. The door clicked shut behind them, muffling the distant sounds of the estate.Isadora tried to pull back. He was faster, stronger than she expected. Her back hit the wall, and he pressed in, blocking every escape.“You think defiance is safe?” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear. Cold, precise, dangerous.She swallowed hard, trying to steady her shaking. “I… I won’t…”The words died as his hand slid up her arm, pinning her more firmly. He tilted her chin with one finger, forcing her eyes to meet his. There was

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Next Morning

Morning arrived without mercy.Isadora woke before the light fully entered the room, her body already tense, her breath shallow. For a few seconds, she did not move. She lay still, staring at the ceiling, listening.Nothing.No footsteps outside the door. No voices. No commands.Just silence.Her muscles ached as though she had been bracing herself all night, even in sleep. When she shifted slightly, a sharp reminder ran through her nerves—not pain, but memory. The kind that settled under the skin and refused to leave.She closed her eyes briefly.Control yourself, she thought. You are still here. You are still you.She sat up slowly, planting her feet on the floor. The room looked unchanged. The same curtains. The same chair by the window. The same careful order meant to feel comforting.It did not.She stood and walked to the window, pushing the curtain aside just enough to see outside.The garden was already active.Guards moved along the paths with sharper precision than before. T

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a dock

The hallway leading to the rooms on the lower floor was quieter than the rest of the house.Isadora felt it the moment she turned into it.The air was cooler. The light dimmer. The sounds of movement faded into something distant and muted, as if this part of the house had been designed to hold breath instead of life.Two guards stood near the door at the far end.They straightened when they saw her.“I want to see Amelia,” Isadora said evenly.One of them hesitated. The other looked toward the door, then back at her.“She is resting,” the taller guard replied.Isadora stepped closer.“So am I,” she said calmly. “That has never stopped him from interrupting me.”The guard’s jaw tightened. He did not argue. He opened the door.The room inside was smaller than Isadora’s. Not a cell. Not a cage. But not freedom either.The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in a thin line of light that cut across the floor. A bed sat against the far wall. A chair beside it. A small table with a glass of

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The morning came without permission.

Light crept into the room in thin, pale lines, slipping past the curtains and touching the floor like it was testing the space first. Isadora lay still for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet rhythm of the house waking up around her.No footsteps near her door.No voices.No summons.That alone unsettled her.She sat up slowly.Today, she decided, she would stop waiting.She dressed quickly and quietly, movements practiced, controlled. There was no disguise in what she wore, no attempt to hide herself. She did not plan to run like prey. She planned to walk like someone who belonged.Because panic drew attention.Calm passed unnoticed.She opened the door and stepped into the hallway.The house was quieter than usual. Staff moved in the distance, heads down, focused on tasks. A guard stood near the staircase, posture relaxed, eyes forward.Isadora walked past him without hesitation.He glanced at her, then looked away.She kept going.Through the main hall.Pa

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I will not leave her

She closed the door behind her softly.The sound was quiet, controlled, but it felt final. Like sealing herself back inside something she already knew was too small.Isadora leaned her back against the wood for a moment, eyes fixed on nothing. Her chest rose and fell slowly as she forced her breathing to steady. The walk to the cliff had burned something away. Hope without shape. Illusions without edges.Now she had facts.No land route.No hidden path.No miracle swim.No escape without a boat.She pushed herself off the door and crossed the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight. Everything here was soft by design. Comfort was part of the cage.She rested her elbows on her knees and lowered her head.Think.Not panic.Not wish.Think.Boats did not appear on islands by accident.Food did not arrive by prayer.Fuel did not come by imagination.Which meant there was infrastructure.Hidden, guarded, controlled—but present.She lifted her hea

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