The penthouse felt suffocating, though the city sprawled beneath them, unaware of the storm brewing above. Isabella Vicks crouched behind Damien Hayes, heart hammering in her chest as alarms blared and security guards moved quickly to intercept the intruders who were now inside the building.
Damien’s hand was firm on her shoulder, steadying her as if anchoring her to reality. But it wasn’t just protection—there was something more in the intensity of his grip, a raw tension that made her pulse race in a way no danger or fear ever had before.
“They’re in the east corridor,” Damien muttered into his earpiece. “Block all exits.”
Isabella swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. Her mind raced with everything they had uncovered from Emily Carter’s files—Marcus Vale’s influence, the threats
