Andreas was the first to break the heavy silence.
“How do you know?” he asked, his brows pulled together in confusion. “Those men have not confessed to anything. Not a word.”
Isabella lifted her head slowly.
Her face was calm, but her eyes carried something darker, something settled. “Because I recognized them,” she said. “They were sent by my father.”
The words dropped into the room like a stone into still water.
Gabriel froze.
Andreas blinked twice. “Your father?” he repeated, clearly stunned. “Why would your father want to hurt you?”
Isabella let out a bitter laugh, the kind that held no humor.
“Because I refused to marry him,” she said simply.
“Marry who?” Andreas asked.
She did not hesitate. “ The ugly, arrogant, old, cold and heartless multi-billionaire, Sebastian Alvarez.”
