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Isabella 132.

I was disturbed by Camilla’s presence. I was concerned by her newfound position of power. I realized that I never had an inkling of the kind of person to was. I could not deny that I was worried about how closer she was to the whole thing because I mistook her for an outsider of the company. I could not forget the way she had glared at me when she saw me nor could I forget how she was eyeing my husband like a piece of meat. The joke was on her because Damien would never fall for someone as cruel as her. I was glad for a moment that I was with child, but it seemed dangerous to let her know that I was pregnant.

I adamantly waited outside the entrance of the mysterious meeting, dying to know what was so important that someone like Camilla was allowed in and not me. I was loyal and proactive. What the hell was she? She had wrong taste in men, and she worked with con men and pedophiles. The more I thought of it, the less it made sense to me. Renaissance was a massive box of m