A Confession at Midnight
Isabella’s POV
The city pulsed with life, but inside, I was frozen.
My heels clicked against the pavement as I walked, but I barely heard the sound. My body moved on autopilot, each step taking me further from Sinclair Enterprises, from him, but not from the mess he had just created inside my head.
Adrian Sinclair had kissed me.
Not just a casual brush of lips.
It had been intense, desperate—like a breaking point neither of us had seen coming.
I had pushed him, and he had pushed back in the only way he knew how.
And I had walked away.
I should have felt victorious. This was the same man who had spent months making my life unbearable with his impossible standards and unreadable moods. He was the same Adrian Sinclair who wielded power like a weapon, who neve
