Novel & Cerita Ao3 Isolation

(Isabella’s POV) The days that followed Alessandro’s meeting with Don Gallo were a strange, unsettling blend of profound intimacy and escalating tension. In the quiet sanctuary of our penthouse, we were Alessandro and Isabella, a man and a woman deeply in love, planning a future together. We would talk for hours, late into the night, about our dreams, about a life that felt impossibly far from the bloodshed and power struggles that defined our world. He would hold me, his touch a silent promise of protection, and in those moments, I could almost forget the storm brewing outside our walls.

Isobel didn’t feel scared for speaking so blatantly, she was determined to tarnish Aurora in front of Damon. Damon’s eyes had flashed a hint of ruthlessness. He was just about to say something. Instead, Aurora gently patted him on the back and said faintly, "Let me do it." Aurora stepped forward and reached out to pinch Isobel’s chin. She flicked her wrist. Just know the click. Isobel’s jaw dislocated. Isobel stared in disbelief. Just now, she was still immersed in the pleasure of berating Aurora. But suddenly, she couldn't speak.