(Isabella’s POV) I stared at the photograph in my hand, my blood turning to ice. It was a picture of a normal, happy moment. Me, Chloe, and Zara, walking near the university, laughing. But seen through the eyes of a killer, it was not normal. It was a threat. The white gardenia on the desk, my favorite flower, was not a gift. It was a warning. I know what you love. And I can take it away. The silence in the study was shattered by a sudden, violent noise. Alessandro swept the box and its contents off the desk with a furious roar. The beautiful flower, the silk lining, and the terrifying photograph all scattered across the marble floor. It was a rare, shocking display of his loss of control. I had seen his cold anger and his quiet rage, but this was different. This was the raw, untamed fury of a man who was terrified. And he was terrified for me. My own fear was a cold, tight knot in my stomach, but seeing his reaction had a strange effect on me. It cleared my head. One of us
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