جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 110

Chapter 102Night. Isabella's room. Darkness lit only by phone screen. Glowing. Cold. Blue.Her phone vibrated. The call she'd been waiting for. Expecting. Needing.She grabbed it. Fast. Desperate. "Well?"Voice on the line. Nervous. Shaky. Scared. "It's done. But. There's a problem."Her blood went cold. "What problem?""It wasn't Sienna. It was Landon Callahan. He got in the way."Isabella froze. Completely. Body going rigid. Mind blank. Then. Fury. Explosive. Consuming."What do you mean it wasn't Sienna?" Her voice icy. Dangerous. Lethal.The man stammered. Words tumbling. "He shielded her. I didn't mean. I couldn't. He just. He jumped in front."She cut him off. Shouting. "You had one job! One simple job!"Her hand gripping phone. So tight. Knuckles white. Bones showing through skin.She paced. Back and forth. Fast. Frantic. Kicking over a glass. It shattered. She didn't notice.Breathing heavily, chest heaving like she'd been running for miles. Rage burning through every vein."

Chapter 104Hospital room. Afternoon light streaming through windows. Warm. Gentle. Hopeful.Landon fully awake. For the first time. Really awake. Not just eyes open. Conscious. Present. Here.Every breath felt like glass in his lungs. Sharp. Painful. But it didn't matter. She was there. That was enough.Both families gathered. Callahans. Blakes. Together. Around his bed. Crowded. Warm. United somehow.Sienna sat beside him. Feeding him. Soup. Carefully. Slowly. One spoonful at a time. Her hands steady now. Mostly. Small tremor still there. Fear. That he might slip away again. That this might not be real.He smiled. Weak but real. Watching her. Just watching. Like she was everything. And maybe. She was.Richard Blake stepped forward. Victoria beside him. Both looking. Different. Softer. Grateful.Richard spoke. Voice thick. Emotional. Not the cold businessman. Just. Father. "Landon. We. We can't thank you enough. You saved our daughter's life."Victoria nodded. Tears already falling.

Chapter 106Early morning. Isabella's bedroom. Parents' mansion.Still. Calculated. Deceptively peaceful.Isabella sat by the window. Sketching softly on blank canvas. An image. From the video. Landon and Sienna's engagement. Hospital room. Ring. Kiss. Happiness.Her hands trembled. Slightly. But her eyes. Cold. Focused. Dead almost.Pencil moving. Lines forming. Their faces. Their joy. Their everything she didn't have.Knock on door. Soft. Worried.Her father entered. Kelvin Hart. Concerned. Isabella hadn't been the same. Since her breakdown. Since the screaming. Since the destruction.She looked up. Voice soft. Almost childlike. Broken. Vulnerable. "Dad. I think I need help. I can't sleep. I keep hearing things."Kelvin moved closer. Heart breaking. His daughter. His little girl. Lost somewhere. "What kind of things, sweetheart?""Voices. Laughter. Mocking me. I. I think something's wrong. With my mind."Perfect performance. Perfect delivery. Perfect lie.Kelvin knelt beside her. "I

Chapter 108Three days of perfect behavior.Three days of soft smiles and thank yous and please forgive mes.Three days of watching. Waiting. Planning.Isabella sat by her window. Hands folded. Posture calm. Face serene.Her parents walked past. Stopping. Peeking in. Checking like they always did. But different now. Relieved now."She's doing so much better." Her mother whispered. Outside the door. Voice carrying. Meant to be heard maybe.Her father nodded. "The therapy is helping. Thank God."Thank God. Isabella almost laughed. Almost. But perfect daughters don't laugh at nothing. Perfect daughters stay calm. Stay grateful. Stay. Broken enough to believe. But healing enough to trust.The guards outside her door. Shoulders less tense. Eyes less watchful. Believing. The danger had passed.Fools.Inside. Where no one could see. Isabella's mind worked. Cold. Sharp. Calculating every move like chess pieces on a board she'd been studying for weeks.She remembered. The doctor's words. From

Chapter 110The car stopped. Outside grand hotel. Lights everywhere. Bright. Blinding almost. People. So many people.Lora’s breath caught. Stuck somewhere. Between lungs and throat. Fear maybe. Or panic. Or both.“Ready?” Noah asked. Gentle. Patient. Knowing. She wasn’t. Not really.“No.” She whispered. Honest. Too honest. “But. Let’s go anyway.”He smiled. Squeezed her hand. Quick. Reassuring. Then. Chauffeur opening door. Reality. Rushing in.Noah stepped out first. Then. Turned. Offering hand. Always offering. Always. There.She took it. Holding tight. Too tight maybe. But he didn’t mind. Didn’t pull away. Just. Held back. Steady. Strong. Safe.Her feet touched ground. Gown flowing. Around her. Making her feel. Like someone else. Someone. Better. Braver. More.They walked. Toward entrance. Red carpet. Actual red carpet. Like movies. Like dreams. Like. Things that didn’t happen. To girls like her.And then. Eyes. Turning. All of them. Everyone. Looking. Staring. At her. At them. At