The evening air was thick with tension as Isabella sat at the dining table, her eyes scanning the documents Damien had spread before her. Each piece of evidence detailed Antonov’s reach, a web of corruption that stretched far beyond anything she had imagined. The man was ruthless, and now he had set his sights on her.
“It’s like he’s untouchable,” Isabella murmured, her voice tinged with unease. “How do you even fight someone like this?”
Damien leaned against the edge of the table, his arms crossed and his expression hard. “He’s not untouchable. He just wants people to believe he is. But everyone has a weakness.”
“And what’s his?” she asked, glancing up at him.
A slow, dangerous smile curved Damien’s lips. “Power. Men like Antonov can’t resist trying to assert their dominance. It’s his
