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Chapter 9
As the night wore on, the once boisterous laughter of Dominic’s men faded into tired yawns and murmured goodnights. Isabella was about to retire to her quarters, having just waved goodbye to Dominic's little sister. She walked down the dimly lit hall, her thoughts on the events of the day, when she heard hushed voices emanating from a room nearby. Normally, she would have walked by without a second thought, but something deep inside urged her to listen. She pressed herself against the wall, straining to hear the conversation. “You seem really interested in her, Dominic,” a woman’s voice said, laced with anger and jealousy. Dominic’s husky chuckle followed, a sound that both comforted and now, unexpectedly, hurt her. “She’s just an ally. That’s it. I’m simply using the family for my bene
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