Chapter 2: The Woman in Black
Isabella didn’t clap.
She didn’t speak.
She simply watched.
From the shadows, wrapped in black silk and diamonds, she tilted her head slightly—studying the chaos she had engineered.
Victor walked forward, gripping Elena’s hand.
“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered.
But Elena hesitated.
Because she knew something Victor didn’t.
Isabella stepped forward then, her heels echoing like a countdown.
“Careful, Victor,” she said softly.
“You might destroy her faster than I ever could.”
The room froze again.
Victor’s jaw tightened. “What did you do?”
May you like
Isabella’s smile widened.
“Ask her.”
