Isabelle’s POV

The night was eerily quiet. Too quiet.

I stood by the window of my penthouse, staring at the city below—watching the blinking lights, the moving cars, the people who had no idea that a war was brewing in the shadows.

A war I had started.

And I wasn’t going to lose.

The news had done its job. Kaia and Walter’s names were being dragged through the mud, and for the first time, they weren’t in control of the narrative. The power they had wielded so effortlessly for ...