Isabella's POV.
The walls of the mansion felt like they were closing in.
She paced near the window, watching the faint glow of headlights fade into the distance Damian's men leaving one by one.
Sophia leaned against the doorway, arms folded.
"You're thinking of following him, aren't you?"
Isabella froze. "He's walking into a trap, Sophia.
My father doesn't make mistakes if Damian strikes first, it's because Antonio wants him to."
Sophia exhaled softly.
"Then tell him.
Stop him before he does something stupid."
"I tried," Isabella whispered.
"He wouldn't listen."
Sophia studied her, then asked, "Are you sure you're not the one who's scared of what he'll find out?"
Isabella frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Sophia stepped closer, voice low.
"Your father's not the only one with secrets.
There's something Damian's not telling you I can feel it."
The words lingered like smoke.
Before Isabella could reply, her phone buzzed an unknown number.
