AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey guys, before you go on with this chapter, you should know that there is a bit of violence towards the end. Even though I tried to make it less graphic, if you do not roll well with reading stuff like that, you can always skip it. Thanks for reading :)
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Isabella violently adjusted the neck of her gown which felt like it was growing into the length of her neck to suffocate her more and more. But she was just harming the poor gown whose neckline did a good job of giving her chest breathing space.
Her hands leaving the almost mutilated material, Isabella found a nearby bench to sit on to gather her thoughts properly.
At that moment, the only source of help at that moment was putting her in a spot. A spot she definitely did not see coming.
Recalling his proposit
