Isabella's POV
Monalisa’s voice echoed in the room. "Hello, Alex."
I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs as I turned toward the sound. There she was. The infamous Monalisa. She looked like a goddess of destruction, clad in a tailored black dress and heels that seemed to punctuate her every step with authority. Her presence filled the room like smoke—stifling, suffocating, dangerous.
I clenched my hands together, trying to steady them. I’d heard enough about Monalisa to know she wasn’t someone you wanted to meet face-to-face, let alone in a room with no escape.
Alex didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, his broad shoulders blocking her view of me, like a human shield. The protective gesture wasn’t lost on me, but fear still clawed at my throat.
“Monalisa,” Alex said, his voice low
