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The morning light felt too bright as Claire and I drove toward Uncle Daniel’s house. My cheek still carried a faint sting from yesterday’s slap, a reminder that lingered every time I touched it. Claire sat in the passenger seat, hands folded tightly in her lap, staring straight ahead. Her jaw was set, but I could see the slight tremble in her fingers. She hadn’t said much since we left the villa. Just “Let’s go” when I asked if she was sure.I kept my eyes on the road, the familiar streets leading to the upscale neighborhood where Uncle Daniel lived. The houses grew larger, the lawns perfectly manicured, the kind of place where scandals were whispered behind closed doors rather than shouted in headlines.“You don’t have to do this,” I said quietly, glancing at her. “We can turn around. No one would blame you.”Claire shook her head, her voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders. “I do have to do this. If I’m going through with the wedding next week, I need to face them. All of

Isabella’s POV I couldn’t sleep, not after my discussion with Lucas, I was hunted by Richard's face, the guilt eating me up.I slipped out of bed, pulled on a thin robe over my night dress, and padded barefoot down the hallway. I didn’t have a destination in mind. I just needed to move, free my thoughts.The door to Mom and Victor’s room was slightly ajar. Soft light spilled out into the corridor, along with low voices and the unmistakable sound of lips meeting skin.I should have turned around.Instead, I stopped.The door was open just enough for me to see inside.Mom was pressed against the wall, her robe open, Victor’s hands on her waist, his mouth on her neck. She let out a soft moan as he kissed lower, his body pinning her gently but firmly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The sight was intimate, raw…the way her head tilted back, the way his hands slid under the robe, the way their bodies moved together like they had been waiting years for this moment.I st

I tore through my room like a storm, drawers yanked open, clothes flung across the bed. The address Marcus had scribbled on a scrap of paper was somewhere in here— I remembered him pressing it into my palm before he left, his fingers warm, his voice low: “If you need me, I’m twenty minutes away. Room 12.” My heart hammered as I dug through the pile of hoodies, finally finding the crumpled note tucked inside an old sock. I smoothed it out, the ink slightly smudged but clear enough. The motel name, the street, the room number. I stuffed it into my pocket.A quick glance in the mirror… I grabbed the shortest black dress I owned, the one that hugged every curve and ended high on my thighs. No bra. Just lace panties and a little gloss on my lips. My hair fell loose and wild. Good enough. I slipped on heels, the kind that made my legs look endless, and headed for the door.The hallway was dark. I moved fast, barefoot until I reached the stairs, heels clicking softly once I hit the tile.A s

The morning after Richard’s unexpected visit, I stood on the terrace holding a mug of hot coffee. Steam rose in the cool air. The ocean looked calm and endless, but my mind kept replaying Richard’s words from yesterday. He had said he always knew where we were. My fingers tightened around the warm mug.Footsteps came from behind. I did not turn. I knew it was Richard. He had asked to see only Claire and me this morning.He stopped a few feet away. “Isabella. Claire is coming down.”I nodded and took a slow sip of coffee. The bitter taste helped me stay calm.Claire came out a few moments later. She was still in her robe and her hair was messy from sleep. She looked at Richard, then at me. Her face looked guarded but curious. “You wanted to see us?” she asked. Her voice was steady and soft.Richard pointed to the small table on the terrace. “Sit. Please.”We sat down. I put my mug on the table. It made a soft clink on the wood. Claire sat beside me. Her knee touched mine under the tabl

Isabella’s POV Claire rubbed my back gently. “I know. None of us planned any of this. But you are not alone in it. We will handle it step by step. First, you need real rest. The couch is not enough.”She stood and held out her hand. I took it. My legs felt shaky as we went up the stairs. Every step made my stomach twist again, but the medicine helped a little. Claire kept talking softly the whole way.“Remember when we were kids and everything felt too big?” she said. “You would hide under the blankets and I would sit there with you until you felt better. This is like that. Only bigger. A baby. Our family is already so broken from the scandals and Camilla. Maybe this is something good coming out of the mess.”I nodded but did not trust my voice. In my room she pulled the covers back and helped me into bed. She fluffed the pillow behind my head and sat on the edge. Her hand stayed on mine.“Tell me what you are really thinking,” she said. “Not just scared. All of it.”I looked at the