Kaia’s POV

The plan was unraveling faster than I had anticipated.

When Damion stormed out after returning the boy, I knew things had shifted. I felt it in the way his voice trembled when he’d confronted me. The guilt. The hesitation.

He was slipping away.

And it was her fault.

Isabelle. Always so righteous, so defiant, making him question everything I had carefully constructed.

I paced the length of my penthouse, the sound of my heels echoing off the marble floors. Outside the ...