The air inside the penthouse was heavy, thick with a tension that seemed to pulse in rhythm with Isabella’s pounding heart. Damien’s absence hung over her like a storm cloud, an ever-present reminder of the chaos that had unraveled their lives. She paced the length of the grand living room, her bare feet silent against the cold marble floor. Victor sat on the couch, his expression unreadable as he scrolled through a tablet.
“You’re sure the lawyers are working on it?” Isabella asked, her voice sharper than she intended.
Victor looked up, his eyes meeting hers with calm determination. “I’ve spoken to the best in the city. Damien’s release is a matter of time. You need to trust the process.”
“Trust the process?” Isabella snapped, her hands clenching into fists. “Antonov orchestrated this,
