(Isabella’s POV)
The days that followed settled into a new, strange rhythm. The initial terror that had been a constant, screaming companion began to recede, replaced by a low, humming thrum of purpose. The penthouse was no longer my cage; it had become our fortress, our command center, and the study was its heart. My world, once vast and full of art and color, had shrunk to the size of this room, but within these walls, I had never felt more powerful or more alive.
Alessandro had given me a small team of his sharpest financial analysts. They worked with a quiet, intense focus that mirrored my own, their respect for me absolute, not because I was the Don's fiancée, but because Alessandro had made it clear that I was the lead on this investigation. I was no longer a symbol. I was a strate
