Chapter 68 The Best Morning

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The sun rose like a soft whisper, spilling golden light across the cabin walls and pooling gently over the tangled sheets. For a moment, Isabella didn’t move. She lay perfectly still, her breath quiet against Dante’s chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear — strong, steady,...

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