CHAPTER 1
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A grand, somber funeral at the DeLuca family estate. The sky is overcast, matching the mood of the mourners gathered around the freshly dug graves.
Isabella DeLuca stood at the edge of the graves, her heart heavy with grief. The scent of freshly turned earth mingled with the faint aroma of lilies, creating a bittersweet reminder of the parents she had lost. She clutched a single white rose, her fingers trembling as she fought to maintain her composure.
Around her, mourners whispered condolences, their voices a distant hum. Isabella barely registered their words, her mind consumed by the enormity of her loss. Her parents had been her world, and now, that world had crumbled.
Her uncle Vincent approached, his expression a mask of solemnity. "Isabella," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Your parents were remarkable people. They will be missed."
Isabella nodded, unable to find her voice. She glanced at Vincent, noting the cold glint in his eyes. There was something unsettling about his presence, a sense of foreboding that she couldn't shake.
As the ceremony drew to a close, Isabella turned to leave, but her gaze was drawn to a figure standing apart from the crowd. Tall and imposing, the man watched her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. His dark suit and sunglasses gave him an air of mystery, and she couldn't help but wonder who he was. As she made an attempt to find out who that was she was distracted by the voice of her uncle- Vincent who made his way in ending the funeral.
Her eyes went in the way the mysterious man was but he was no longer there.
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