Marrying The Mafia Boss' Daugther
Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of the bamboo hut, painting golden lines across the wooden floor. Reina stirred gently beneath the woven blanket, her body sore but finally free of the numbing pain that had haunted her for weeks.
Melody sat at the foot of her bed, scrolling through her encrypted phone. When Reina opened her eyes, Melody looked up, smiling gently. "You're healing faster than expected. The swelling’s gone down. You’ll be able to move more comfortably starting today."
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