Isabella sat in the car and stared out of the window as the car headed toward the Costa Organization. It was taking her to the man she was supposed to stay away from.
As she watched the familiar road passing by, a sense of déjà vu hit her. It wasn't long before she went to meet him, just like today.
She went to meet him for the same reason as now. Right now, the only difference was that at that time she wasn't aware that she was meeting him. But now she was well aware of it and was going to him willingly.
After their last parting, she was sure that she would never go to him—not willingly. Yet here she was, voluntarily stepping into the devil's lair.
Like the way he wanted. Like the way he planned. But she was unaware of that. She was unaware of the thing awaiting her. She didn't even know what a dangerous thing she had started by agreeing to the partnership.
