ISABELLA'S POV - MOSCOW, THREE DAYS LATER
The Konstantin compound looks exactly as I remember.
Massive stone walls. Guards at every entrance. The main house rising like a fortress against the Moscow skyline. Everything designed to project power, control, and the unmistakable message that Viktor Konstantin is untouchable.
I'd once thought this place was home. Had walked these halls with hope in my heart, believing I belonged here.
Now it just felt like a gilded cage.
"This way, Miss Volkov." Alexei led me through the front entrance, where staff I recognized quickly averted their eyes. Whether from awkwardness or pity, I couldn't tell.
"Where's my room?" I ask, keeping my voice flat and professional.
"East wing. Viktor had it prepared specially." He guides me up the grand staircase. "
