Chapter 89

As Isabella awakened, the sun's gentle rays caressed her face and bathed the city in a pleasant light.

Anxiety and relief surged through her veins as she sat bolt upright in bed, her pulse racing. It was at last her turn to flee.

She had succeeded after what seemed like an interminable ordeal. She had escaped Trump's violent grasp, and she was safe.

For that, she was grateful to Lucas. She had relied on him, trusted him, and looked to him as a rescuer. He had put his life on the line to save her, and she would be forever grateful.

The moment had come to go on, nevertheless. She needed to begin over, a life unencumbered by agony and terror. And it meant breaking connections with Lucas, no matter how unpleasant it was.

She grabbed up her phone and opened the messaging app, her fingers quivering slightly as she wrote out a message.

"Lucas, I'm safe. I'm gone. I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me, but I need to be alone now. Please don't attempt to contact me again. I need
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