"Well, well." Isabella leaned back in her chair. "Look who the devil dragged in. What do you want, little princess?"
I closed the door behind me and walked closer to her desk, refusing to be intimidated. "I came to ask you some questions."
"Questions?" Isabella's perfectly painted lips curved into a smirk. "How adorable. The little wife wants to have a chat."
"This isn't a game, Isabella." I pulled out my phone and opened the news article I'd saved. "I found out about your sister. Maria, What my father did."
I turned the phone so she could see the headline and the photo of her at that press conference.
Isabella's smirk faded slightly. She stood up and walked around her desk, her heels clicking against the floor. When she reached me, she snatched the phone from my hand and stared at th
