A Dangerous Game
**Isabella**
"That doesn’t mean you matter either."
His words sliced through me, sharper than I expected. They hung in the air like a blade, cutting through the fragile threads of whatever connection I thought we had. I had braced myself for his usual coldness, for the detached indifference that seemed to define Adrian Sinclair. But this? This was different. This wasn’t just him being distant—it was him deliberately cutting me down, as if my presence was nothing more than a minor inconvenience in his meticulously controlled world.
For a moment, I stood frozen in the breakroom, my nails digging into my palms. A slow, burning heat curled in my chest—not sadness, not hurt, but anger. It was a fire that threatened to consume me, but I refused to let it show. I wouldn’t giv
