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Chapter 111

‎ISADORA‎‎The Next Morning‎‎I woke to the faint scent of sandalwood and fire.‎‎Luca.‎‎Even before my eyes opened, I could feel him—his presence thick in the air, like a storm had passed through and left its electricity behind. The sheets beside me were cool, but the echo of him lingered. A ghost of warmth. A shadow of protection. And danger.‎‎I sat up slowly, the silk of my nightgown whispering against my skin as I ran a hand through my hair. The mansion was too still. Like it was holding its breath.‎‎Or maybe… like he was.‎‎The last few days had been a blur of lace, tastings, flower samples, and dress fittings. Smiles that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Laughter that felt like someone else’s. I’d played the part—I always did—but I wasn’t blind.‎‎Luca had changed.‎‎There was an edge to him now, sharper than usual. Not the possessive, controlling type that gripped my waist too tightly or growled when someone looked at me too long—no, this was colder. Strategic. Distant.
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Chapter 112

‎ISADORA‎‎Later That Day‎‎I didn’t go back to my room. Couldn’t. I needed clarity, not the suffocating silence of silk sheets and locked doors. So I went to the only place that ever made sense when everything else didn’t—the garden. Luca’s mother’s garden, to be exact. It was a piece of serenity tucked between the chaos, the only place in this mansion that hadn’t been touched by blood or secrets.‎‎I walked along the stone path, brushing my fingers against the petals of the roses she used to care for. It was ironic, how something so delicate could survive here, in a place built on violence and power plays. Maybe that’s why I liked it—because it reminded me of what I wanted to be. Soft when I chose to be. Sharp when I needed to be.‎‎I sat on the stone bench at the edge of the garden, pulling my knees to my chest, letting the wind carry my thoughts. I didn’t hear him approach—not at first—but I felt it. That same tension in the air. That same storm.‎‎Luca.‎‎He didn’t say anyt
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Chapter 113

‎‎‎ISADORA‎‎The Next Morning‎‎“Peonies or white roses?” Laura asked, holding up the two mood boards like this decision could alter the course of history.‎‎I eyed both, pretending to care even though my head wasn’t really in it. My heart was, though—because this wedding? It meant freedom. A promise. A future. Even if the groom walked around with a loaded gun and nightmares carved into his bones.‎‎“Peonies,” I said, eventually. “They’re softer.”‎‎Laura nodded, scribbling a note. “And the dress fitting is still set for Friday. Your shoes came in yesterday, and we need to finalize the seating chart.”‎‎“Luca’s not going to care who sits where,” I muttered.‎‎She smirked. “He cares more than he lets on. He told Rafael to make sure your uncle doesn’t sit next to that one cousin you hate.”‎‎I blinked. “He knows about that?”‎‎“Girl, he knows everything.”‎‎I bit back a smile.‎‎Maybe he did.‎‎Maybe he was listening.‎‎Luca and Rafael popped in and out—checking on securi
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