ISABELLATwo days have passed since the attack, but the memory still clings to me like a shadow I can’t shake. The sound of that gunshot hasn’t left my ears sharp, metallic, final. Every creak in the house makes me flinch.Who could want me dead?Damian has kept me locked inside the estate ever since, as if the walls could keep danger out. I haven’t seen him once. Not in the halls. Not in the gardens. He’s simply… gone. And in his absence, Richard and Tracy watch me like hawks, their eyes following even the smallest movement I make.The truth is, I’m afraid. I just don’t know who I should be afraid of.It started the night he proposed when a bullet tore through the air just behind me. Then, days later, men tried to drag me away from him in broad daylight. It’s too much to be a coincidence. Someone is hunting me.I push the thoughts aside as I step into the kitchen. Warm light spills across the polished counters. The air smells of freshly baked bread and coffee strong enough to jolt an
DAMIAN“Come on, Dami. Don’t let that bastard ruin your big day. Pretend he doesn’t exist,” Matthew muttered under his breath, leaning closer so only I could hear.I didn’t answer. My gaze was fixed on Wylie.He wasn’t far. Just in front of me.Wylie.His posture screamed arrogance, but his tux cheap and crumpled betrayed him. He looked like a man trying too hard to be someone he’d never be. His gaze drifted casually over the crowd, then locked on Isabella. That smug little curl of his lips was the final straw.My jaw tightened until my teeth ached. The stem of my wine glass groaned in my grip.I pictured it for a second just a second launching the glass across the room, watching it shatter against that pathetic excuse of a face.But I didn’t.Violence wasn’t necessary. Not yet.I met his eyes instead.I didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Just gave him the kind of look that made weaker men forget how to breathe. That made traitors remember their place. My kind of look cold, sharp, and cut fr
DAMIANThe light from my desk lamp flickered over scattered documents as I reviewed the final plans. My mind should’ve been on logistics, security, cameras, guest lists but all I could picture was her.Isabella.A soft knock tapped against the door, followed by Richard stepping in, sharp in his black suit, his presence stiff and formal."How’s everything for tomorrow?" I asked, my tone calm, but cold beneath the surface.Richard stood straight, hands clasped behind his back like a soldier reporting to war."We’re ready, sir. Just as you instructed. Media coverage is confirmed, the guest list’s tight, and security has been doubled. Diego and I will stay with her the entire time."My eyes narrowed at the mention of his brother."Good," I said slowly, leaning back in my chair. My gaze drifted toward the window, past the view, past the skyline. "Nothing must happen to her. She’s the most precious thing I have."He gave a nod quick, silent and turned to leave.The door clicked shut.I exha
ISABELLAHe came closer, the heavy silence between us thick enough to choke on. The soft glow of the chandelier flickered above, casting shadows across my bare skin as I stood in front of the full-length mirror naked. Vulnerable. Exposed. My reflection looked like a stranger.Damian’s voice slid into my ear like a razor wrapped in silk."You should’ve stayed a good girl, princess. You shouldn’t have followed your friend."Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the image of the broken girl staring back at me. She had my face, my body, but none of my strength.I barely registered the moment his hand slid around me. But I felt it his fingers trailing lower, claiming territory that no longer felt like mine. One finger pushed into me, and my lips parted on a shaky moan.He yanked my hair back, forcing my gaze to hold the mirror’s reflection."You don’t moan. You don’t scream. You don’t move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" His voice was low, dangerous. "If you disobey me, your friend d
ISABELLA The car ride back was painfully silent. Two of Damian’s men sat in front, but I barely saw them. My eyes were locked on the city vanishing behind us through the tinted window, and all I could think about was Liliana her eyes, her startled face, her confusion when I screamed her name. I had nearly reached her. Just a few more steps. But I knew what would’ve happened if I had taken them. Beside me, Tracy sat with her arms folded tightly, her lips pressed into a straight line. I ruined her day. I ruined everything. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, not daring to look at her. She turned slowly, offering a soft smile as her hand found mine. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice calm. But her eyes told a different story. She was scared. For me. For herself. Maybe for what would happen next. I didn’t blame her. I was scared too. The estate gates groaned open like the jaws of a beast, and my stomach twisted as if something inside me already knew this wouldn’t end in mercy. The SUV
ISABELLA The scent of lavender still clung to my skin, reminding me that I must have drifted off in the bathtub last night. My fingers brushed over the faint bruises on my thighs reminders of Damian’s touch. A shiver raced down my spine, not from fear, but from the memory. God, what was wrong with me? I should hate him. But all I could think of was how badly I wanted him again. I pulled the towel tighter around me, dragging my lazy body toward the bathroom mirror. My reflection looked dazed puffy eyes, hair messy from sleep, and lips swollen from kisses I shouldn't have enjoyed. I reached for my toothbrush when my phone buzzed on the counter. Damian. I didn't even hesitate. My heart leapt as I snatched the phone and opened the message like a lovesick fool. Dress up, little princess. You were so obedient last night you deserve an outing. My men will be following you. Wear whatever you like. I stared at the screen, my jaw dropping. Wait… what? I blinked again, rereading t