로그인Isabella's POVThe image on Nathan's screen refused to leave my mind.My mother, Sarah.Me, a helpless newborn wrapped in a hospital blanket.And Ethan Morrison standing directly behind her bed, his hand resting on her shoulder—alive, calm, and looking directly into the camera lens.I TOLD YOU I WOULD COME BACK FOR HER.I stared at the chilling promise written across the bottom of the photo. "Take me to that warehouse."Daniel immediately stepped in front of me, his posture unyielding. "No. It’s an unsecurable, abandoned perimeter. We don't know who is waiting in those shadows.""You aren't stopping me, Daniel," I said, meeting his dark eyes."I didn't say I was going to stop you," Daniel replied, reaching for his tactical jacket and checking the action on his sidearm. "I said you aren't going alone."Sebastian grabbed his coat from the leather armchair. "I'm driving.""I'll secure the local network feed before we cross the river," Nathan added, sliding his laptop into a h
Isabella's POVI stared at the heavy landline receiver in my palm, my knuckles white against the dark casing.The call had disconnected, leaving a hollow dial tone humming in my ear. Yet Ethan’s voice lingered, echoing through the cold, spacious penthouse with quiet, undeniable authority.Your grandfather lied to you.I slowly lowered the phone and turned back toward the room. Nathan was watching me with sharp, analytical eyes, his fingers hovering above his laptop keys. Daniel stood near the entry corridor, his body language taut and alert, while Sebastian studied the photograph left on the glass table. Julian sat on the edge of the plush leather sofa, looking visibly shaken.Nathan broke the silence first. "What did he say, Isabella?""He said Grandfather lied to me," I replied, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.Daniel’s jaw tightened. "About what?""He didn't specify."Sebastian picked up the black-and-white photograph, holding it by the ed
Isabella's POVThe five words burned against the dark glass of the tablet.HE ALREADY FOUND YOU.I stared at the screen, my pulse hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. For several agonizing seconds, nobody in the study moved. The air felt unnaturally thick, heavy with the terrifying realization that our every move was being watched.Suddenly, Nathan slammed his hands onto the desk, his fingers flying across his mechanical keyboard in a loud, frantic clatter."Don't touch the hardware!" he barked.I raised an eyebrow, forcing my voice to stay level. "The screen went black, Nate.""I know!" His tone was stripped of its usual sarcastic edge. The relaxed, brilliant little brother was gone, replaced by a hyper-focused strategist. "They entered our local subnet, bypassed three distinct layers of encrypted military firewall, accessed a restricted archive, pushed a live message, and scrubbed their digital footprint in under four seconds."Daniel stepped into the study, flank
Isabella's POV"Who is Ethan Morrison?"The question left my lips quietly, barely above a whisper.The effect on my grandfather, however, was deafening.Alexander Morrison stared at me as if I had summoned a phantom into the quiet study. Every drop of color drained from his face—not with confusion or grief, but with absolute, visceral terror.I looked from him to Nathan, then back again. "Who is he?"Alexander slowly sank into the heavy leather chair behind his desk, leaning his head into his trembling hands. For ten agonizing seconds, the room fell dead silent."You know him," I pressed, stepping closer to the desk.His jaw tightened. "I... I knew him."The correction made the cold air in the room feel sharper.Nathan stepped up beside me, holding his tablet in one hand and the old, yellowed photograph in the other. "Grandfather, the primary offshore ledger shows a wire transfer dated twenty-seven years ago. It cleared three days before the crash."Alexander stared at the
Isabella's POVNobody spoke after Richard was hauled away in federal custody.The sprawling mansion that had been filled with shouting, heavy footsteps, and the crackle of police radios suddenly felt unnaturally, terribly quiet.I stood in the center of the damp, decaying gallery, pressing the worn file tightly against my jacket. My mother's name was written across the top in faded black ink: Sarah Morrison.For twenty-eight years, I had wondered who she was. For twenty-eight years, I had searched every mirror I passed, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman whose face I had inherited. Now, I was finally going to learn how her life was cut short—and whether my grandfather had truly played a role in her end.I turned toward Alexander, my voice steady and cold. "The study. Now."He gave a slow, somber nod.We turned and walked away from the rest of the family. Daniel immediately moved to fall into step behind us, his protective instincts on high alert, but I raised a hand to sto
Isabella's POVThe mansion plunged into absolute, suffocating darkness.For three seconds, nothing existed except the sound of heavy breathing and the faint, rhythmic ticking of a clock somewhere deep in the house.Then, a cold, gloved hand clamped tightly around my upper arm.I didn't scream. I didn't flinch.I smiled into the pitch-black air.Because Richard Blackwood had just committed the exact strategic error I had counted on him making. He believed he had lured an inexperienced, terrified orphan into his spider's web. He had no idea he was standing squarely inside mine.A harsh, flickering hum filled the room as the backup generators kicked in, bathing the central gallery in a sickly amber light.Six armed men stood in a rigid perimeter around us, their tactical weapons raised and ready. Richard stood just a few paces away, watching me with that same smooth, condescending smile."You should be terrified, Isabella," he said softly, smoothing the lapel of his jacket."I
Isabella's POV I walked into that ballroom on my grandfather's arm wearing a dress that cost more than my old apartment and every head turned. But the only faces I cared about were frozen in shock at a table near the back. Marcus. Catherine. Vivian. Elena. They were staring at me like they'd see
Isabella's POV Two months can change everything. Two months ago, I was nobody begging for scraps from a man who didn't love me. Today, I sat across from three startup founders who were practically begging me to take their company. The best part? They had no idea who I really was. Yet.Two months
Isabella’s POV There are moments in life when everything changes. When the person you were dies and someone new is born. For me, that moment was walking into the Morrison estate and locking eyes with four men who looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. I'd spent three years
Isabelle's povI had been living in my tiny Brooklyn apartment for two weeks when Marcus finally came looking for me. It had been two weeks of silence, of working my translation jobs from my laptop and slleeping without the weight of disappointment crushing my chest. Two weeks of freedom that fel







