Chapter 47
Nina’s POV
The room had already tipped into madness. Guests shoved and screamed, masks slipping from faces slick with sweat.
Chandeliers swung wildly overhead, scattering fractured rainbows across the marble floor like broken glass.
Security guards barked orders into radios, rifles glinting under spotlights, while generals and diplomats clawed toward the exits. In the center of it all, on that cursed stage, Isabella threw herself at the guards like a woman possessed.
She lunged forward, nails raking the taller guard’s arm as he pinned Josh against the pillar. Her black silk gown tore at the seam with a sharp rip, but she did not care.
“Get your hands off him!” she screamed, voice cracking into something raw and feral. Tears streamed down her flawless cheeks, mascara
