Chapter 8

Isabella's POV

I sat in the living room of our penthouse, my eyes fixed on the television as the news played in the background. Daniel was sitting next to me, scrolling through his phone, but I could sense that his mind was elsewhere.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, glancing over at him.

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know how to tell you this," he said, his voice low and serious.

My heart began to race. What could it be? Had something happened to his company? Had there been another attempt on our lives?

"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Daniel took a deep breath, then looked up at me with a pained expression. "Diego is coming over," he said. "He has something to tell us."

Diego. Daniel's older brother, the man who had once been his biggest rival but had become a valuable ally in our fight against Miranda and her accomplices. I had grown to respect and admire him over the past few months, but I could sense that whatever he had to say