(Isabella’s POV)
The silence in the room was a living entity, thick and suffocating. It pressed in on me, my heartbeat a frantic, terrified drum against the crushing weight of the impossible. Before me stood two Alessandros, two sides of a coin I never knew existed. One was the man I loved, his whiskey-colored eyes filled with a decade of pain and a fierce, protective love for me. The other was a stranger wearing his face, his eyes holding nothing but cold amusement and a terrifying, triumphant malice.
My mind raced, trying to process the horrifying reality. A twin. A brother presumed dead, now resurrected as a monster. The headache, the collapse… it had been a plan. A coordinated intrusion into the most secure place in the city, into the most intimate moment of my life.
Alessandro—my A
