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35. GIOVANNI'S POV.

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I slammed my fist onto the desk, the wood cracking under my grip. The CCTV footage burned in my mind, frame by frame, the fire, the smoke, the chaos… and him. Lucas. My chest tightened, rage and disbelief warring in every pulse.

How could he? How could he be behind this? The man I, even Isabelle, had once considered a friend… someone she’d trusted, someone who had stood by her through everything.

The office was too quiet. My phone was in my hand, the screen lighting up with every attempt, every
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  • Abyss.   35. GIOVANNI'S POV.

    I slammed my fist onto the desk, the wood cracking under my grip. The CCTV footage burned in my mind, frame by frame, the fire, the smoke, the chaos… and him. Lucas. My chest tightened, rage and disbelief warring in every pulse.How could he? How could he be behind this? The man I, even Isabelle, had once considered a friend… someone she’d trusted, someone who had stood by her through everything.The office was too quiet. My phone was in my hand, the screen lighting up with every attempt, every call to Isabelle. Five times. Ten times. Nothing. Not a ring, not a voicemail, not even a buzz. Just… unavailable. My chest tightened.“I can’t believe he could do something like this,” Juan muttered, pacing behind me. “He’s her best friend. How could he..”I didn’t answer. My eyes were glued to the screen, every second stretching like a lifetime. My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.Carlos stood beside the desk, arms crossed, lips tight. “I wonder what she’ll think when sh

  • Abyss.   34. LUCAS POV

    I stood in the doorway of the bathroom, gun heavy in my hand, watching her tremble under the table like a frightened animal. The two men behind me stayed silent, waiting for my order. The suite smelled like expensive perfume and fear, her fear. It made my chest tighten in a way that felt almost sweet. Isabelle’s eyes were wide, panic written all over her face. Her silver dress was rumpled, hair messy from the event, but she still looked like a goddamn queen. My queen. Even now, cornered, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.She crawled out slowly, voice shaking. “Lucas… why are you here? What are you doing? Put the gun down please.”I didn’t move. I just watched her stand up, hands raised like I was some stranger. The sight of her afraid of me twisted something ugly and warm in my gut.“I’m here for you,” I said simply, almost amused. “What else would I be doing here?”Her breath hitched. “For me… with a gun? Are you crazy? Lucas, this isn’t you. Put it away, talk to me

  • Abyss.   33. ISABELLE'S POV

    The afternoon light in the Paris hotel suite was soft and flattering, pouring through the tall windows like liquid gold. I sat perfectly still in the makeup chair, heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and excitement. The campaign event for Luxe Éclat was in forty-five minutes, and I was about to step onto the stage as the face of Banderas Étoile for the first time.The French makeup artist, a tall man named Pierre with a gentle touch and a sharp eye, was putting the final touches on my face. He stepped back, admiring his work.“You have the perfect nose shape,” he said with a warm smile. “It frames everything so beautifully.”I smiled back, a little shy. “Thank you.”“And done.” He set down the brush with a flourish.I turned to the mirror and caught my breath.The makeup was flawless, soft smoky eyes that made my gaze look deeper, a subtle glow on my cheeks, and lips painted a rich rose that felt both elegant and bold. My red hair was styled in loose waves cascading over one shoul

  • Abyss.   32. GIOVANNI'S POV

    The house was still dark at 6:47 a.m. I stood in the foyer, arms crossed, watching Alexander and the team move like shadows through the pre-dawn light. Four men at the front gate, two at the side entrance, one already in the black SUV idling outside.Radios clipped low, earpieces in, eyes scanning every angle of the driveway.Alexander approached first, voice low and steady.“Perimeter locked, sir. Two cars flanking hers the whole way, one lead. Airport’s cleared, VIP escort from curb to gate. Eyes on every exit.”I nodded once, “No one gets near her. Not a photographer, not a fan, not some asshole asking for directions. If anyone even breathes in her direction too long, you pull her the fuck out. No hesitation.”Alexander didn’t blink. “Understood.”I looked at him hard. “She’s my everything. If something happens to her, it happens to me. If she so much as twists an ankle because someone blinked, I’ll hold every single one of you responsible. Personally.”“Yes sir.” He said.“Good.”

  • Abyss.   31. ISABELLE'S POV.

    Today was Camille’s engagement day, and the apartment was buzzing with quiet chaos. Dresses lay sprawled across the bed, makeup palettes were open on the vanity, and glittering jewelry boxes had spilled their contents. Camille stood in front of the mirror, trying to steady her racing heart, and I sat on the edge of the mattress holding up two pairs of earrings.“Hoops or sapphires?” I asked, holding each up.“Hoops,” she said, reaching for the delicate gold ones. “Simple. I don’t want to overshadow the ring.”I smiled, fastening them carefully. “Good choice. You’ll shine no matter what.”She laughed, a little breathless. “Can you believe it? Me, engaged. After all those bad dates, all that heartbreak… I found someone who makes me feel safe. Like I can finally breathe.”“You deserve that, Camille,” I said softly. “You really do.”We spent the next hour fussing, adjusting hems, spritzing perfume, checking shoes, and practicing her “surprised” expression for Juan’s proposal. Every time

  • Abyss.   30. GIOVANNI'S POV

    People talk about fear like it arrives loudly like thunder cracking across the sky.But the real kind?It slips in quietly. It’s the sudden realization that there is someone in this world you cannot afford to lose.I never believed I would become that man. The man who checks if someone got home safely.The man who notices when her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.The man whose entire day shifts depending on the sound of her voice.Yet here I was.Hopelessly aware that Isabel had become the calm inside my chaos.Before her, life was efficient. Ordered and predictable. Now it was alive.Colors had returned to places I didn’t even know had faded.When she laughed, something in my chest loosened. When she walked into a room, my attention followed without permission. And when she looked at me, really looked.. I felt seen in a way that was both terrifying and addictive.Love, I had learned, was not weakness. It was the quiet surrender of a guarded heart.Tonight was about reminding her of some

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