Isabella’s POV
The name “Monalisa” hung heavy in the air, and Alex’s expression darkened as he glared at his phone. I held my breath, my mind racing. Monalisa was calling him at this hour, and after everything that had happened, it felt like a bad omen.
Without a word, Alex declined the call, his gaze never leaving mine. “We need to talk, Isabella,” he said, his voice low and tense.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between us. The room seemed smaller, the air thick with tension. I wanted to ask him what he knew, what connection Monalisa had to all of this, but the fear of what he might say held me back.
“Isabella,” he continued, his eyes searching mine, “I think there’s more to Monalisa than I realized. And I’m starting to believe she’s behind this.” He gestur
