Isabelle’s POV

I stared at the message on my phone, the cold words burning into my mind.

“You’re running out of time. Leave, or face the consequences.”

Walter.

I didn’t need proof. His fingerprints were all over this. The sudden sabotage of my contracts, the threatening text—it was his way of reminding me that I was nothing to him. That I was a problem he needed to erase.

But the part that rattled me most wasn’t the threat itself.

It was the fact that Walter knew I ...