Isabella sat frozen on the edge of her bed, the cryptic text glaring at her from the phone screen. “He can’t save you.” The words felt like ice, chilling her to the core. Her fingers trembled as she reread the message, the weight of its implications suffocating.
Whoever sent it was watching her. That much was clear. And the warning wasn’t just about Damien—it was personal, a direct threat to her.
Her phone buzzed again, and she nearly dropped it in her panic. Another unknown number. This time, it was a call.
Her breath hitched as she debated answering. Finally, she swiped the screen and held the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” she whispered, her voice shaky.
A low chuckle echoed on the other end, sending a shiver down her spine. “Isabella Hill,” the voice drawled, smooth but menacing. “You
