Isabella sat cross-legged on the big fluffy carpet in her new room, her laptop open on the low table as the soft glow of the screen lit up her excited face. The plush strawberry rabbit was lying beside her, watching loyally like her silent cheerleader. She was bored being left alone most days—Leonardo was always away, and no one in the mansion really spoke to her unless necessary.
But boredom wasn't something Isabella let linger for long.
She had already decided: if she was going to be here, she wouldn't just sit around. She wanted her own money. Her own freedom. And most importantly—no one should ever control her again. Not her uncle. Not Jessica. Not even her cold husband.
So, she quietly opened a new private digital bank account—this one encrypted and secure, far away from the old joint account her uncle used to spy on. She smiled to herself. That account was basically a trap. If she moved even a single coin there, he'd know.
Now, she had her own secret vault.
