Rafael's POV
I was leaving the office three days after the court hearing when I saw her.
Isabella stood beside a sleek black car parked across the street, looking like she owned the entire block. She wore a red dress that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent, and her dark hair was pulled back in a way that made her look both elegant and dangerous.
She smiled when she saw me notice her.
I should have kept walking. Should have gotten in my car and driven away. But something in her posture told me she'd been waiting specifically for me, and ignoring her would only delay whatever game she was playing.
I crossed the street, Marcus and two guards following close behind. "Isabella."
"Rafael." Her smile widened. "Congratulations on your victory in court. It was quite the perfor
