As the echoes of the door slamming faded into silence, Carmen’s anger boiled over. She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she cursed under her breath. “That b***h,” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. Isabella had ruined everything, and now Enrico was slipping away from her.
But Carmen wasn’t one to give up easily. If Isabella thought she had won, she was sorely mistaken. She would find a way to turn this around, to get back into Enrico’s good graces and destroy Isabella once and for all. But first, she needed to buy herself sometime, needed to ensure that Isabella’s mother was moved somewhere Enrico’s men couldn’t reach.
Carmen stormed out of her house, the frustration and panic swirling within her chest. Her heels clicked sharply against the
