Isabelle’s POV

The press conference had barely ended, and the storm was already shifting.

I could feel it.

The headlines were changing—no longer painting me as a criminal but as a woman under siege. My words had been carefully crafted, sharp enough to push back but vague enough to leave room for doubt.

And in this world, doubt was a weapon.

I sat at my kitchen counter, scrolling through the media coverage on my phone, scanning each headline.

“Isabelle Everett Fires Back: ‘I Stand ...