ISABELLA
The park was quieter than usual, the late morning sun casting a golden glow over the neatly trimmed grass. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the distant sound of children’s laughter as they ran across the playground. The air smelled of fresh earth and blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in my chest.
Nova sat comfortably in his stroller, his chubby hands clutching his favorite stuffed rabbit as he babbled to himself. His dark curls bounced slightly as I pushed him forward, my pace leisurely.
I was supposed to be enjoying this moment—supposed to be relaxing.
But it was impossible to ignore the three figures trailing behind me.
Dressed in sharp suits and sunglasses, my bodyguards stuck out like a sore thumb. Their presence was suffocating, their
