Isabella's POV
The following morning brought no solace. The air in the cabin felt heavy, oppressive. Alex and Derek sat at the small wooden table, their low voices blending into the background as they discussed the finer details of the plan. I stayed by the window, watching the swaying trees, my mind spinning with worst-case scenarios.
The reality of what we were about to do felt like a noose tightening around my neck. Leaking part of the evidence against Monalisa was a gamble, one that could either expose her or put us directly in her crosshairs.
Derek’s voice broke through my thoughts. “The question is: who do we send the leak to?”
“We need someone reputable,” Alex said. “Someone Monalisa can’t easily silence or manipulate.”
Derek frowned, scratching his chin. “A journalist, maybe?
