POV: Isabella
The car stopped moving, but no one said a word. I could feel eyes on me through the tinted glass, waiting to see if I’d bolt or beg. I did neither.
When the door finally opened, night air hit my face, cold, heavy, and quiet in a way that didn’t feel natural. The house in front of me looked more like a museum than a home. White stone, iron gates, statues guarding the entrance like they were waiting for orders.
I expected chains. A basement. Something that screamed punishment.
Instead, the moment I stepped inside, the world turned gold and glass.
The hallway was long and expensive, with light bouncing off the marble floor. The kind of place that could make you forget people died for the money that built it. Two guards followed behind me, silent. Their presence pressed agai
