Isabella’s POV
The air in the apartment felt suffocating after Monalisa left. I stood frozen, trying to process her words, her threats. The way she carried herself, like she owned the room, sent shivers down my spine.
Alex locked the door behind her and turned to face me. His expression softened, but there was something deeper—frustration, guilt, and something else I couldn’t place.
“I won’t let her get to you, Isabella,” he said, his voice firm.
“She already has,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “She’s not just threatening me; she’s threatening everything we’ve built. Everything I’ve been fighting for.”
Alex stepped closer, reaching for my hand, but I pulled away. Not because I didn’t trust him, but because I needed space to think. Monalisa’s venomous words echoed in my mind: One wa
