The air in the penthouse was charged with tension as the morning light streamed through the windows. Isabella paced near the couch, her thoughts racing. Katherine Lane's plan was bold—reckless, even—but it was the only clear way to lure Antonov out of hiding.
Victor entered the room, his sharp eyes scanning her with a mix of scrutiny and quiet concern. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his tone serious. “Once we start, there’s no pulling back.”
“I’m sure,” Isabella said, her voice steady. “If this is what it takes to protect Damien and end Antonov’s hold, then I’ll do it.”
Victor nodded, though his lips pressed into a thin line. “Katherine will be here shortly. She’s bringing the final details. But Isabella, listen to me,” he stepped closer, lowering his voice. “These people—Antonov a
