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My hands shaking. Then I saw it. Her. Isabella. There she stood on the screen, flawless in an elegant cream dress, her curls pinned back in soft waves that framed her delicate face. And beside her was him. Xavier Gustavo. Hand placed on the small of her back like he owned her. Like she belonged to him. My jaw clenched as I leaned forward, my gaze locked on the television. The press swarmed them, shoving microphones in their faces like bloodthirsty hounds. Then Isabella spoke, her voice soft, calm, sure.

"I'm not gonna be lenient with you." With a shaky cry and a last pathetic look, Isobel undoes her zip and she lets her skirt down her feet, leaving her in only her panties. She wraps her arms around her midriff, her teeth clattering, her body shivering in cold. Well...I don't give a freaking damn. She still has a long way to go. I arch my brows, gesturing my head to the light underwear she wears. "Go on..." "Javi..." I feel my feet leave the ground and a sudden force pushes me against the wall.

– I shout Isobel flinches but doesn’t talk. I go to the table covered with torture instruments and I grab a knife. I get closer to Isobel “You will answer my questions because of each question you avoid I will cut one of your fingers, and then your toes” Isobel looks into my eyes and I see the fear in hers. “Why Olivia?” – I ask again “Because she is your weakness” – she says I nod my head agreeing with her. “How did you get Lorena to help you?”

She looked like money, but not the kind that needed to prove it. Her name, for this job, was Isobel Hart—a boutique art dealer from Tribeca with a taste for rare Bordeaux and unavailable men. She’d spent weeks crafting the identity: a fake gallery website, a burner phone with curated texts, even a LinkedIn profile with just enough ambiguity to be intriguing.

Mila's POV… I watched them approach me. Isobel stood tall, her posture regal as always, her sharp eyes studying me like I was a problem she was tired of. Kreda stood beside her looking tall and beautiful as ever. And looking at me like she wanted to stab me. I straightened instinctively. “Good morning,” I said carefully. Isobel didn’t return the greeting. Her gaze flicked briefly to my neck. I resisted the urge to touch the hidden mate mark.

And Vernon chuckled a little. "Oh, don't let her looks fool you. She's older than you and me combined, she looks like a child because she had an accident before." I looked back to Isobel in surprise, she did look exactly like a child, well maybe except for her eyes. It wasn't like she had wrinkles or anything, but when I looked at her eyes, I could see that she was more than a child. She looked like she had been through some shit in her life. "Well. I don't suppose you are here to join me for my afternoon tea, what are you doing here?" Isobel said as she crossed her arms on her chest, it was so weird to see someone look so young and sound so young to say something so commanding.

Now it’s just me and Lorelei. I don’t know what to say. “Well if it isn’t my charming husband, the bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh.” Isobel’s voice blares out loudly, breaking the silence. She has a wide grin on her face. Way too wide for her sarcastic tone. I can’t deny, I miss having her in a hospital bed already.

“Of course not.Grandma,you’re the most important person in the world to me.You are the apple of my eyes.I’ve never met an old lady as beautiful as you.” “You…”Grandma Violeta reached out and nudged Xavier’s head. Xavier laughed,heartily. ********** Half an hour later,they were about to have dinner when Isobel hurriedly arrived at Sebastian’s house. Seeing that her eyes were red and her face was very pale, Andrea asked with concern. “Isobel, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so down? Did you have a fight with Raphael? Isobel clenched her hands tightly looking flustered and worried.

"That's why they chose me. They knew before the form." Something shifts in Isobel's expression. It's the first crack I've seen in the professional surface she maintains. Not sympathy exactly. Something more like recognition. "You're handling this well," she says. "I'm handling it at all," I say. "Whether it's well is a separate question." She almost smiles. "Fair." She starts to leave and I say, "Isobel. How long have you worked for him?" She turns back. "Nine years." "Were you here when Nadia died?"

“That kid pisses me off. I hate the way he acts around you.” “Oh, give him a break,” Isobel chided, not even looking my way as she lowered the shelf another inch. “I’d be afraid of me too if I were him.” Shaking my head, I stared at her as she worked, amazed she could defend someone who never treated her right. “Has anyone actually ever forced him to get to know you so he can realize you’re perfectly normal?” She finally glanced my way and lifted a mockingly insulted eyebrow. “Only perfectly normal, huh? How depressing.”