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"Come back to the mansion.”

ISLA'S POV

My knees trembled, a weak, uncontrollable shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. My torn dress, a ruin of cheap fabric and lost dignity, barely clung to my body as I held it tight over my chest. I was shaking from the man’s touch, from the rough, violating feel of his hands, fr...