The drive back to Damien’s penthouse was filled with a charged silence. Isabella could feel the tension radiating from him, a blend of protectiveness and frustration that made the air between them heavy. She knew she had crossed a line, and while she understood his anger, part of her also felt the sting of being underestimated.
When they arrived, Damien led her inside, his hand firm on her arm as he guided her to the living room. The darkness in his eyes hadn’t faded, and she could tell he was still wrestling with his emotions. He gestured for her to sit, then moved to stand by the window, his back to her as he stared out over the city, his shoulders tense.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she tried to gather her thoughts. “Damien… I didn’t mean to betray you. I thought I wa
