Isabelle’s POV
Trust.
Such a simple word, yet it had become the hardest thing for me to give.
I sat in my office, my hands resting on the polished mahogany desk, staring at Brian across from me. His confession earlier still rang in my ears.
“I was an enforcer for Walter Ryder.
I watched you rebuild yourself.
I fell in love with you.
I want to help you bring them down.”
I wanted to believe him.
I wanted to believe that after all these years, I wasn’t fighting this battle alone anymore.
But how could I trust the man who had once been sent to watch me break?
I exhaled sharply. “If I say yes, if I let you help me—what guarantees do I have that you won’t turn on me?”
Brian leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. “If I wanted to betray you, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”
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