Isabella stood outside the Cattaneo mansion, her heart pounding in her chest. The grand estate loomed before her, its tall iron gates opening to a winding driveway lined with manicured trees. The mansion itself was a stately structure, with tall windows and ivy creeping up its stone walls. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine, but to Isabella, it felt suffocating.
Her mission was clear: gain their trust, infiltrate their lives, and feed information back to her father and Dominic. But deep down, her heart rebelled against the task. This wasn’t who she was; she wasn’t made to turn on friends, to betray people who trusted her. The thought of what she was about to do made her stomach churn.
She sucked her teeth in frustration, inhaling deeply as she took one last drag from he
