I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 45
Inside her cell, Isabella’s health and mental state continue to deteriorate under the crushing weight of isolation and routine. She watches the changing seasons through a small, barred window, realizing that the luxury wedding and the empire she fought so violently to steal were nothing more than illusions of her own making.
