The room didn’t feel like theirs anymore.
Even after the lights came back.
Even after the systems rebooted.
Even after the silence broke—
Something had changed.
Isabella Vicks stood frozen for a moment, her eyes still locked on the now-dark screen that had, just seconds ago, shown her apartment.
Her space.
Her privacy.
Her safety.
Gone.
Completely gone.
“They were inside my life…” she whispered, her voice barely steady.
Damien Hayes didn’t respond immediately.
He was still standing near the console, unmoving, his posture rigid—controlled, but just barely.
And then slowly…
He turned.
His expression made Isabella’s breath catch.
This wasn’t the calm, calculated CEO she knew.
This wasn’t even the protective man who had stood between her and danger time after time.
This was
