Chapter 2: The Fall of Isabella Rossi
Isabella Rossi had spent years building her image.
Elegant.
Untouchable.
Perfect.
It all collapsed in under ten minutes.
When the officers arrived, she was still insisting on her innocence—until the tablet was placed in front of her.
“Would you like to explain this?” one officer asked calmly.
Her face drained of color.
“This… this is taken out of context—”
“Ma’am,” he interrupted, “you assaulted a pregnant woman.”
The words echoed like a verdict.
She turned toward Marcus, desperate.
“Marcus, you know me—this isn’t who I am—”
But he didn’t respond.
He didn’t even look at her.
Because at that exact moment… Khloe was being wheeled into surgery.
And nothing else mattered.
By sunrise, the headlines were everywhere.
Not rumors.
Not speculation.
Evidence.
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Isabella Rossi wasn’t just exposed—
She was finished.
