Isabella couldn't stop looking at the picture in her hands. Her fingers trembled as she stared at the damning image once more. The red ink glared at her like a curse: “I know the truth. And it ends soon.”
Who? Who could’ve sent this?
Her mind raced through a list of suspects.
Lidia? No… too loyal to Elena. But that loyalty makes her dangerous.
Enzo? Paolo? Maybe one of Leonardo’s guards saw something… No. They wouldn’t dare.
Her stomach turned. Could it be… Leonardo? No. He would’ve confronted me directly. He wouldn’t play games. Not like this.
Fear gripped her chest like a cold fist. She felt naked in the estate now, like invisible eyes were always on her. She moved to the curtains and peeked out cautiously. The night was calm. Too calm. A false calm.
She needed to tread carefully
