The night was restless for Isabella. The penthouse, once a place of comfort and luxury, now felt like a prison. Damien's absence loomed over her, and the memory of Claire’s cryptic visit earlier that day replayed in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she could hear Claire’s voice, feel the weight of her words: “You’ll regret rejecting my offer, Isabella.”
But it wasn’t Claire that haunted her the most—it was Damien. The thought of him locked away, cut off from the world, was unbearable. She needed to see him, no matter the cost.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the silence. Snatching it up, she saw Victor’s name on the screen.
“Did you find a way?” she asked immediately, skipping pleasantries.
Victor’s voice was calm but cautious. “Isabella, I’ve been working on it,
