Chapter 48: One Dies Tonight
**** Isabelle's POV***
The smoke had barely cleared. The scent of gunpowder clung to the silk of her wedding dress, soaked in ash and sweat and terror. Isabelle's hands trembled as she clutched the hem, hiding in the narrow space behind the altar as bullets tore through the air.
Screams echoed through the once-grand ballroom now reduced to a battleground. Her heart thundered, caught between relief and dread. Dante had come. He was alive. But so was Luca.
She peeked from behind the heavy velvet curtain, and her breath caught. Dante moved like a ghost through the wreckage, gun in hand, precision in every step. His eyes—those storm-dark eyes—were locked on one target.
Luca.
Luca stood across the room, wounded but defiant, blood staining his ivory shirt. His
