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A Traitor

Author: Endelin Starh
last update publish date: 2026-10-16 19:20:32

Cassandra stared at her phone.

Isabella's words echoed in her mind—cold, sharp, like shards of glass. Just you and me. No Dante. No bodyguards. Or I'll start killing the people you love. One by one.

Her hands trembled. Her heart pounded. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.

She couldn't risk anyone else getting hurt. Not Samantha. Not Evan. Not Daniel. Not anyone.

But she couldn't face Isabella alone.

---

Dante found her in the bedroom.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, the phone clutched in her hands, her face pale. He crossed the room in three quick strides, kneeling in front of her.

"What happened?"

She told him. Her voice was steady, but her hands were shaking.

Dante's jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists.

"She's not going to touch you," he said. "I won't let her."

"She'll kill them, Dante. She'll kill everyone I love."

"Then we'll stop her. Before she can."

---

Evan revealed the traitor's identity that night.

It was someone unexpected—someone who'd been close to the family for years. Someone who knew all their secrets. Someone who'd been feeding Isabella information from the start.

Dante confronted them in the study.

They didn't deny it. They just smiled—cold, cruel.

"You'll never stop her," they said. "She's always been one step ahead. She always will be."

Dante's hands curled into fists. "We'll see about that."

---

Dante devised a plan.

They would use the traitor to feed Isabella false information. They would set a trap. They would end this once and for all.

Cassandra insisted on being part of the plan.

Dante refused at first. She wouldn't back down.

"I'm not going to hide," she said. "I'm not going to let her control me. I'm going to fight."

"You're pregnant."

"I know." She met his eyes. "But I'm not fragile. I'm not going to break. And I'm not going to let her win."

He stared at her for a long moment. Then he nodded.

"Fine. But you stay behind me. You do exactly what I say. And if anything happens—"

"I know." She took his hand. "I know."

The trap was set.

The traitor made the call. Isabella took the bait. She agreed to a meeting—a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Midnight.

Dante and his men moved into position. Cassandra waited with Marco in a car nearby. The tension was suffocating.

Her hand rested on her stomach. The baby kicked—a tiny flutter, a gentle reminder.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

Marco glanced at her. "You should be."

She laughed—a nervous, shaky sound.

---

Isabella arrived alone.

Or so it seemed.

Dante stepped out of the shadows. His gun was raised. His jaw was tight.

Isabella smiled—a cold, predatory smile. "Dante. I've been waiting for this."

"You've been waiting for a lot of things. None of them are going to happen."

"We'll see."

They faced each other—years of hatred, betrayal, and obsession culminating in a single moment.

"You took everything from me," Isabella said.

"You destroyed yourself," Dante replied.

Then, a gunshot rang out.

Cassandra screamed.

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