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Isabella 204.

As I sat in the comfort of my mother in law's home, the weight of my father's words hung heavy in the air, casting a dark shadow over my thoughts. The mere suggestion of living under the same roof as the Puppeteer sent shivers down my spine, filling me with a sense of dread and unease that I couldn't shake.

How could he even suggest such a thing? Did he not realize the danger he was putting me in, the risk he was taking with my life and the life of my unborn child? It was madness, sheer madness, and yet a small part of me couldn't help but wonder if he was right.

After all, Damien's enemies were closing in, their shadows looming larger with each passing day. And if what my father said was true, then perhaps staying here, under his watchful eye, was the safest option for us. But the thought of being in such close proximity to the man responsible for so much pain and suffering filled me with revulsion.

I couldn't forget the things I had learned about my father, the dark se