IsabellaIsabella knocked on Sofia's bedroom door with the weight of fourteen years of secrets pressing against her chest. Dante stood beside her, his powerful frame tense, his steel-gray eyes carrying the same dread she felt."Sofia?" she called. "Can we come in?"A pause. Then: "Sure."Sofia sat cross-legged on the bed, their mother's locket clasped between her fingers as always, her lighter brown hair loose around her shoulders. Her wide innocent brown eyes tracked between Isabella and Dante with that particular expression…..the one that meant she already suspected something was wrong."What is it?" Sofia asked. "What happened now?""We need to talk," Isabella said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "About the locket. About Mom. And about….about some things I should have told you a long time ago."Sofia's fingers tightened on the locket. "About the contract marriage?"Isabella's breath caught. "You knew?""I figured it out," Sofia said quietly. "About three months ago. The timeline n
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