Chapter 59 – The Poisoned Gift
****Isabelle’s POV****
The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the world wrapped in a damp silence. In the safehouse, where shadows clung to every corner and the scent of gun oil lingered faintly in the air, Isabelle sat curled on the old couch. One hand rested over her belly, as if instinctively shielding what now lived within her.
A child.
She still hadn’t said the words aloud. They felt like a spell too fragile to voice—one that would shatter if spoken in the wrong breath.
The morning passed quietly, broken only by the occasional footstep of guards posted around the perimeter. She tried to sketch to calm herself, but the pencil in her hand felt foreign today. Heavy. Her thoughts drifted, not to art, not to revenge, but to what the future mi
