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Isabella

Damien's threat to Robert over the phone concerned me. He was dead serious when he said those cold icy and yet brimming hot with pure hatred. Damien was very handsome but he could also be terrifying to gaze at when he was pissed.

After his outburst, he had retired upstairs, ashamed to look me in my eyes. I understood that he did not want me to ever see him that way so I gave him his space.

My mind was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions, each one more tumultuous than the last. The revelation of Robert's return had sent shockwaves through the fragile peace of our lives, shattering the illusion of safety and security that I had clung to so desperately.

Fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, a dark specter lurking in the shadows of my mind, threatening to consume me whole. I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung over me like a heavy cloud, casting a pall of uncertainty over everything I held dear.

Was he here to wreak havoc on our lives once again, to tear us apa