Isabel’s POVThe basement is dim, quiet except for the ragged breath of the man tied to the chair.Malik.And standing over him… Alexander, his grip tight around Malik’s collar, fury thick in his posture. I freeze at the top of the stairs, stunned. His knuckles are white. His whole body tensed. Like he’s one second away from snapping.I can’t believe what I’m seeing.Thank God I got here on time. If Monica hadn’t whispered this location to me, I wouldn’t have even known. It wasn’t easy getting it out of her—she hesitated at first. But the memory of everything we once shared must have meant something. She gave in eventually. Just enough.I step forward slowly, each movement calculated. My fists clench at my sides as I take in the scene. My voice rises before I can stop it.“Alexander!”His body stiffens. He turns slowly. Eyes meeting mine.The tension thickens instantly, wrapping itself around us like a second skin.How dare he?How dare he lock Malik down here like this—bruised, helpl
Alexander’s POV“Are you sure you can handle this?” I ask Collins, glancing sideways at him. “I mean… I’ll understand if you don’t feel up to it. I can face Malik myself, you know that.”Collins scoffs, shifting on his feet. “And that’s exactly why I need to do this,” he says. “I don’t want to sit around, dwelling on everything. Whatever Aria decides… I have to respect that.”He exhales, then lifts his head and raises an eyebrow at me, his usual teasing spark flickering through. “And whose friend am I again?” he asks. “You think I’m going to leave you alone now? No way.”His voice tightens slightly, but he pushes through. “Now that we’ve got real info about him, I just need to make him see the risk of silence. He talks, or he loses everything. Don’t worry, Alex. I can do this.”Then he’s walking ahead, like the weight of everything he’s carrying doesn’t matter.I shove my hands into my pockets, watching him.I know he’s hurting.He’s just trying hard not to show it.Collins has always
Isabel’s POVThe room stills.Felix’s voice crackles from the other end of the call, his tone low—shocked. “He’s not at the house,” he mutters. “Hasn’t been seen in days.”No one says a word. But the silence says everything.It confirms our suspicion. Victor, the chief of security is gone. Vanished like vapor—no trace, no trail. And just like that, the one man who could’ve led us straight to Selene is gone. Slipped through our fingers before we even knew to close them.I glance at Felix. His brows are furrowed deeply, his jaw clenching as he slowly lowers the phone. I can almost hear the wheels turning in his head. He takes a long, sharp breath before speaking, his voice steady but carrying the weight of betrayal.“I can’t believe I’ve been harboring a criminal under my roof all this time.” His voice deepens, tightens. “He’s betrayed me… and for that, he’s going to pay.”There’s no rage in his voice, just a cold promise that carries more weight than fury ever could.He turns toward my
Isabel’s POVI’m almost at the Montgomery mansion when Alexander’s voice echoes again in my mind.“I’m sorry.”Just that. Two simple words. But they come with too much weight.I blink hard, tightening my grip on the wheel. What does he even mean he’s sorry? Sorry for hurting me? Sorry for never believing in us? Or… was it just a reflex? A way to ease his own guilt?Should I take it like he meant it? Or is this just—“No,” I whisper sharply, shaking my head. “You shouldn’t be thinking about this, Isabel. Don’t let whatever he said get to you. Not now. Not when you’re finally taking him out of your life for good.”I exhale deeply, eyes focusing ahead as I drive through the gates.My thoughts shift.I’m back here for something far more important. Dad is returning today. Mom said Travis was picking him up from the airport, and that he’d be reporting back to work afterward. I don’t know if he’s home yet, but I need to keep myself together. The last thing I want is to give Dad any impressio
Aria’s POVI slam the door shut behind me, but of course, Collins is already inside. He’s in my living room now—he’d stubbornly followed me all the way home like I knew he would. I can feel the tension buzzing in my chest, my lungs tight. I take a deep breath, holding it in as long as I can before I spin around to face him.“I told you not to follow me,” I snap, my voice sharp, breathless. “You being here won’t make me change my mind over what I choose to do about the pregnancy. If I want to keep it or not, that’s my decision.”Collins takes a slow step toward me. Then another. His expression is soft but pained, eyes locked on mine like he’s trying to reach some hidden part of me. He wraps his arms around me gently, as if the world will fall apart if he moves too fast.“Please, Aria,” he whispers. “Please don’t do this. I promise you, I’ll be good to you and the baby. I’ll take care of you both. You don’t have to abort our child if you’re afraid… if you’re afraid because of me. Please
Isabel’s POVI park neatly in the hospital lot, fingers curling around my key as I press the lock. The doors beep behind me, a final sound sealing everything in. I straighten my blouse, brush a crease from my pants, and start walking through the lot. My heels click against the ground with a steady rhythm, but my thoughts are scattered.Why did Roy insist I come here?He said Aria called him earlier, said she was at the hospital and needed him to come. And since he couldn’t make it, he pleaded—literally pleaded—with me to step in for him. Said Aria might really be sick or something. I didn’t think much of it at the time. After all, I had just left the police station after visiting James and figured maybe this would make up for the time I’ve avoided Aria. So here I am.Still, I can’t help but wonder… why now? Why call Roy all of a sudden?I know they’ve been friends for years, but after everything—after all the silence and tension—why reach out to him now of all times?I round a corner,