Isabella's POV
I watched Rafael's car disappear around the corner, my hands clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms.
That arrogant bastard.
Standing there, threatening me like I was some common street thug he could intimidate. Like I was someone who would just roll over and accept whatever scraps he threw my way.
He had no idea who he was dealing with.
"Ma’am ?" One of my guards stepped closer. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." I smoothed down my dress and forced my expression back to neutral. "Take me home."
The drive back to my house was silent. My guards knew better than to talk when I was like this—angry, calculating, planning my next move.
Rafael thought he'd won. Thought he'd backed me into a corner with his threats and his warnings. Thought I'd just disappear like a good l
