I thought I was done. After everything that had happened—Viktor’s betrayal, the blood on my hands, the lies, the manipulation—I figured the game was over. But nothing was ever as simple as it seemed. Not with Isabella. Not with this world. I barely made it out of that room before the weight of what I had done hit me. The walls of the mansion seemed to close in around me as I walked, each step echoing louder than the last. I didn’t know where I was going, but the need to escape, to find some semblance of control, drove me forward. I couldn't go back. Not after everything. Isabella was still out there, somewhere. And I was going to find her. But there was more to it than that. I needed answers. I needed to understand why, after everything, she still thought she could play me like a pawn. I thought I had known her. But she had hidden so much from me. My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, of betrayal, but one thing remained certain: I wasn’t the same man I had been when this all s

I stood there, frozen, my mind struggling to process everything. The words Isabella had spoken were like daggers, cutting through what little trust I had left. She had played me—no, we had all been played. And I didn’t even know who the real enemy was anymore. The man in the sleek black mask watched me closely, waiting for a reaction. Marco was silent behind me, his presence like a shadow, barely noticeable. I couldn’t even bring myself to turn around and face him, not when the answers I so desperately needed were right in front of me, just out of reach. Isabella stepped forward, her heels clicking on the concrete floor as she approached. The cold, calculating look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know: she had no regrets. She didn’t care about the betrayal. It was all part of the plan. Her plan. The thought twisted my stomach. “Luca,” she said softly, almost as if speaking to a child, “You’re so predictable. I told you, from the very beginning, that I didn’t belong to yo