Isolde was the center of gossip after what happened yesterday. She'd been the center of gossip ever since the news about her pregnancy got out. And yesterday? When Severin carried her to his room right in front of everyone? That just dumped gasoline on the fire.
Rumors were flying that Isolde was replacing Renata. People were betting on how she'd end up. Would Severin kill her like he did Renata or keep her around a little longer? Isolde guessed most were betting she'd get offed the second she was no longer useful—because, in their eyes, there's no fucking way a woman like her, who wasn't prettier or had a better body, could ever win Severin's heart.
Tiffara, who'd spent four years chasing Severin like a damn lapdog, losing to someone like Isolde who hadn't even been around four fucking months, must've burned them all. Isolde was sure they were placing bets right now, trying to predict how long she'd last in Severin's hands.
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