LOGINThe office was empty when they returned.Isabella stood at the window, watching the storm roll in across the Manhattan skyline. Thunder rumbled in the distance, low and warning, and lightning flickered behind the clouds like something waiting to be born. The city was bathed in the strange golden light that came before a summer tempest, beautiful and ominous all at once."We should have gone home." Damien's voice came from behind her, soft and rough. "The weather reports said ""I know what they said." She didn't turn around. Couldn't. Because if she turned around, she would look at him, and if she looked at him, she would remember everything: the funeral, the confrontation, the way he'd held her hand in front of his family and chosen her.She wasn't ready to face what that meant."Isabella." His hand touched her shoulder, gentle but insistent. "Look at me."She turned.Damien stood too close, his green eyes searching hers. The storm had loosened his hair from its bun, dark strands fal
The days after Sebastian's death blurred together.Isabella moved through them like a ghost waking, eating, working, sleeping but none of it felt real. Damien was the same, his grief a mirror of her own, his silence heavier than any words. They held each other at night, two broken people trying to piece together something that resembled wholeness, but the cracks were still there.Sebastian's funeral was private. Family only. Isabella wasn't invited, and she didn't expect to be. She watched from a distance as Damien stood beside his grandfather, his face carved from stone, while the priest spoke words that meant nothing.Genevieve was there, dressed in black, her eyes dry. She didn't look at Isabella. Didn't look at anyone. Just stood beside Damien like the fiancée she was supposed to be, playing her part in the Thorn family drama.After the funeral, the invitations began.Dinner at the Thorn estate. A family meeting, Alexander called it. An opportunity to discuss the future of the com
The estate erupted into chaos.Isabella knelt beside Sebastian, her hands pressing against his chest, trying to stop the blood that pulsed between her fingers. His eyes were open, staring at the sky, his lips moving in words she couldn't hear. Behind her, David stood frozen, the gun dangling from his hand, his face a mask of horror."Someone call an ambulance!" Isabella screamed. "Now!"Cole was there in an instant, his radio already in his hand, barking orders. His men surrounded David, disarming him, forcing him to his knees. But Isabella barely noticed.She was focused on Sebastian. On the life draining out of him. On the brother Damien had spent years trying to save."Stay with me." Her voice cracked. "Sebastian, stay with me."His eyes found hers. "Isabella.""I'm here. I'm right here.""Tell Damien " He coughed, blood bubbling on his lips. "Tell him I'm sorry.""You can tell him yourself." She pressed harder against his chest, willing him to live. "You're going to survive this.
The first week of Damien's recovery was a lesson in patience.Isabella spent every possible moment at the hospital, slipping past the security guards with coffee and contraband food, reading aloud from the business journals he couldn't focus on, holding his hand while he slept. The doctors said he was healing faster than expected. His body was strong, his will was stronger but she could see the toll it was taking on him.The pain. The boredom. The frustration of being trapped in a bed while Sebastian remained free."They still haven't found him." Damien's voice was flat, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. It was late, visiting hours long over, but Isabella had refused to leave."They will." She sat in the chair beside his bed, her legs tucked under her, a stack of reports on her lap. "His grandfather has every resource in the city looking for him.""His grandfather." Damien's laugh was bitter. "The man who made him this way."Isabella set down the reports. "What do you mean?"Damien was s
The world came back in fragments.Sound first the ringing in her ears, high and piercing, drowning out everything else. Then smell smoke, concrete dust, the sharp copper of blood. Then touch the weight of debris pressing against her legs, the sting of cuts on her arms, the warmth of something wet trickling down her face.Isabella opened her eyes.The warehouse was gone. Where the walls had stood, there was only rubble. Where the ceiling had been, she could see the night sky, stars blurred by smoke and fire. The explosion had thrown her clear of the worst of it, but her legs were pinned beneath a fallen beam, and every breath sent pain shooting through her chest."Damien." The word came out in a croak. "Damien!"Silence. Then, from somewhere to her left, a groan.Isabella turned her head, ignoring the agony that lanced through her neck. Damien lay a few feet away, half-buried under a collapsed section of wall, his face pale and streaked with blood. His eyes were closed, and for one hor
The warehouse loomed out of the darkness like a wound.Isabella stood at the edge of the parking lot, her breath fogging in the cold night air, her eyes fixed on the figure standing beneath the flickering security light. Priscilla hadn't moved since Isabella arrived hadn't lowered the gun, hadn't smiled, hadn't done anything but wait.Damien was behind her, hidden in the shadows, his security team fanning out through the surrounding buildings. He had argued when she insisted on approaching alone. Had threatened to lock her in the penthouse. Had finally relented when she reminded him that Priscilla wouldn't talk to anyone else."If anything happens " he'd started."Nothing will happen." She'd kissed him, quick and hard. "I'll signal if I need you."Now, standing in the cold, watching the woman who had once been her best friend, Isabella wasn't so sure."Priscilla." She walked forward slowly, her hands raised, her voice steady. "I'm here. Just like you asked."Priscilla's smile widened.
The photograph trembled in Isabella's hand.Jonathan was alive. Thin, pale, clearly unwell but alive. The balcony behind him overlooked a stretch of ocean she didn't recognize, palm trees swaying in what looked like perpetual summer. He was wrapped in a hospital blanket, a paperback book open on hi
The police station was a blur of fluorescent lights and murmured condolences.Isabella sat in a plastic chair, a paper cup of cold coffee growing warm in her hands, while officers came and went with questions she couldn't answer. Did he seem suicidal? Yes. Had he made threats before? No. Was there
The phone slipped from Isabella's fingers.Damien caught it before it hit the floor, his reflexes honed by years of boardroom warfare and the kind of control that came from never being caught off guard. But even he seemed shaken by what he'd heard."The baby isn't his?" Isabella's voice was barely
The footsteps grew louder.Isabella pressed herself against Damien's chest, her heart slamming against her ribs. The stairwell was narrow, concrete walls swallowing the sound of their breathing. Above them, the footsteps paused a moment of silence that stretched into eternity then continued upward,







