Isabelle’s POV

Trust.

Such a simple word, yet it had become the hardest thing for me to give.

I sat in my office, my hands resting on the polished mahogany desk, staring at Brian across from me. His confession earlier still rang in my ears.

“I was an enforcer for Walter Ryder.

I watched you rebuild yourself.

I fell in love with you.

I want to help you bring them down.”

I wanted to believe him.

I wanted to believe that after all these years, I wasn’t fighting this battle alone ...