Isabella's POV
I sat on the couch, staring at the photo in my hand, my heart heavy with dread. Alex had been gone for over an hour now, and each passing minute felt like a lifetime. My thoughts raced, bouncing between anger, fear, and frustration. Why was this happening to us? Who was Erica really, and what kind of hold did Monalisa have on her?
The buzzing of my phone snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. For a fleeting second, I hoped it was Alex. Instead, the message on the screen sent a chill down my spine:
"Still think you can save him? Walk away, Isabella. This is your last warning."
My hands trembled as I read the words, my stomach twisting into knots. Erica wasn’t just playing games—she was serious. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to heed her warning and leave this nig
