Isabella’s POV
The room seemed to tilt as the gravity of the message sank in. The photograph was a stark reminder that Erica and her cronies weren’t just a step ahead—they were watching our every move. My hands trembled, and Alex noticed. He placed a steadying hand on my shoulder, his gaze locked with mine.
“This isn’t just a warning,” Alex said grimly. “It’s a declaration of war.”
“What do we do now?” I whispered, the weight of fear pressing against my chest.
“We hit back,” he said without hesitation, his jaw tightening. “They want us to feel cornered, but I refuse to give them that satisfaction.”
Alex’s confidence was unwavering, but doubt crept into my thoughts. Erica was ruthless, and Monalisa’s reach was vast. I felt like a pawn in a game far bigger than myself. Yet, I couldn’t b
