Isabella's POV
My eyes rolled in disgust as I stared at the haunting message staring back in my face. Cole for sure won't leave me alone until I do what he asks.
“Damien…” His name rolled effortlessly out of my mouth with a heavy sigh. He's like a virus spreading through my body, I need to eject him out of the system.
I tugged my hair to the back of my ear and swayed my hips down to the entrance of the Hartley Media group. With a deep sigh, my feet gained dominance as my black stiletto heels screeched through the marble floor.
The activities in the building froze, and everyone turned to look at me.
Well, my mother made sure I looked like I was meeting with the queen of England. She must have had one of her new fashion designers make this peach dress.
And of course, the slurry pe
