The world had finally gone quiet.
Not silent—no, silence didn't exist in their lives anymore.
But quieter, controlled.
Monaco glittered beneath the evening sky, the ocean reflecting gold and blue like a painting too perfect to be real.
From the floor-to-ceiling windows of their penthouse, the city looked untouchable, powerful, safe.
Isabella stood there, one hand resting lightly against the glass.
Watching, thinking.
Behind her, the soft click of a door echoed.
She didn't turn.
She already knew it was him.
"You've been standing there for ten minutes."
Leonard's voice was calm, low, familiar.
A small smile touched her lips.
"I'm thinking."
"That's tough...," he replied.
Now she turned.
He stood a few steps away, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the weight of the day still v
