Chapter 8

Mia's POV

The sun hung low in the sky as evening descended upon the city, casting an orange glow over the bustling streets. Nathaniel and I had just returned from a romantic dinner, savoring the moments of blissful normalcy that had become all the more precious in the midst of our tumultuous journey.

Little did we know that danger lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike. Isabella, fueled by her insatiable thirst for revenge, had been biding her time, plotting her next move with cunning precision. Her manipulations had escalated to dangerous levels, and the consequences of her actions were about to unfold.

As we stepped into the elevator of our luxurious penthouse, the familiar sense of security washed over me. The doors slid shut, enclosing us in a private sanctuary. But as the elevator began its ascent, a chill ran down my spine, an unexplained sense of foreboding that made my heart race.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted to a stop, the lights flickering for a moment before plunging us