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Chapter 8: Isabella's Awakening
Author: Lady Dreamer
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The Langston mansion glittered like a cage of gold and secrets.

Rain whispered against the tall windows, tracing lines down the glass as if the storm itself tried to wash away what lingered inside. Isabella sat at the edge of her canopy bed, the city lights painting her pale skin in shades of amber and shadow. The gala had ended hours ago, but her heart still raced. The image of Ethan—her husband, her supposed disgrace—moving through gunfire like a god in mortal flesh replayed in her mind on a relentless loop.

She couldn’t reconcile it.

The man who used to quietly serve her father’s guests, who bore every insult with calm, who seemed as invisible as a ghost in their opulent world—had suddenly moved with the force of a storm. Every step, every glance had carried power. Precision. Lethal grace.

It wasn’t human.

And when he’d caught her gaze amid the chaos, blood on his cheek, fire in his eyes, something ancient had looked back at her.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, dragging her fro
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