Chapter 89 Eighty-Nine

Isabella. 

My lips trembled as I forced my eyes open. The mirror loomed in front of me and for a second, my eyes blurred with tears. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to face the bruises, the ugly proof that someone that wasn't Luca has touched me. Hurt me. But I did it anyway, I stared carefull...

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