Bella stood frozen on the sidewalk, her mind a chaotic mess of thoughts. The phone call had shaken her to her core, and a heavy sense of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. Damian had warned her before—his enemies weren’t to be underestimated. But she hadn’t realized just how deep the threats went, how dangerous this game truly was.
Her fingers tightened around the phone as she stared down at the screen, her breath quickening. She needed to think, to plan her next move carefully. Everything was spiraling, and she couldn’t afford to make any mistakes now.
But first, she had to get back to Damian.
The car ride back to the penthouse was a blur. Bella’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white, and her mind raced with questions she couldn’t answer. Who had ca
