Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 93

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Chapter 7

Chapter 7

My father turned to me, eyes filled with warmth. His steady voice softened.

‘Isabella, you’re the only Sterling daughter. You have every right not to forgive anyone.”

My eyes stung with tears. I nodded.

Thank you, Dad.”

Having someone stand by me like this–unconditionally backing me up–felt incredible.

looked down at Damien, still kneeling, forehead bloodied from slamming it against the ground.

If you want to atone, then you’ll experience everything I went through.”

Except this time? It won’t be some fake island. It’ll be a real, isolated, deserted island.”

very drop of color drained from Damien’s face. His eyes went wide with terror.

efore he could react, my father’s bodyguards grabbed his arms and hauled him to his feet.

learing my words, he looked like his soul had been ripped out of his body.

¡o one knew better than him what I’d endured over those three months.

tarving until I passed out, choking down raw fish and insects. Drenched in storms, burning with fever. Curled up in rock crevices, too terrified to sleep. Vaking in the night to the howls of wild animals.

or three months, he and Chloe had watched it all through the crew’s cameras–like it was some sick reality show.

nd now, on a real deserted island? It would be so much worse.

bodyguard grabbed his hand and pressed his fingerprint onto a pre–prepared liability waiver–bright red against the white paper.

hen they dragged his limp body away like a dead dog.

efore he disappeared, he turned back one last time.

is eyes were filled with regret. Despair.

lut he had no choice. The Harrington family had abandoned him. He was a stray now.

The Sterling family released a public statement severing all ties with Chloe. They kicked her out, seized every asset under her name, and froze all her bank

ccounts.

he became exactly what she used to despise–a penniless nobody.

returned home with my parents. Finally safe. Finally free.

collapsed.

I slept for seven days and seven nights. Even in my dreams, I was crying out for help.

When I woke, my mother sat by my bedside–eyes bloodshot, swollen from crying

To reassure my parents and speed up my recovery, I drank bowls of bitter herbal supplements every single day without complaint.

After a month of careful treatment with traditional remedies, my body slowly healed

Chapter 7

The lingering effects of years of malnutrition and hardship began to fade under their care.

On my birthday, my parents threw me a small surprise party. Just the three of us. Simple. Intimate. Perfect.

My mother apologized, saying there wasn’t enough time this year–and they’d wanted to wait until I was fully recovered.

Next year, she promised, they’d throw me the grandest birthday celebration imaginable.

I shook my head and leaned into her embrace.

‘As long as the three of us are together, that’s all I need.”

After twenty years of instability and suffering, I finally felt whole.

After returning to the Sterling family, I focused on recovering and catching up on my education.

Now that I was the Sterling heiress, I had to learn eight languages, take lessons in figure skating and horseback riding with private tutors, and study business nanagement directly under my father.

After all, I’d be inheriting the entire Sterling empire someday.

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