The next morning, Isabella woke to find sunlight spilling across the lavish bedroom she had been locked in. Golden silk sheets, crystal chandeliers, and a balcony that overlooked acres of guarded land. It was the kind of room most women would envy.
To Isabella, it was nothing more than a cage.
A knock came at the door before she could move.
"Breakfast, signora," a maid said softly, rolling in a tray filled with fruit, pastries, and steaming coffee.
"I don't want it," Isabella muttered, folding her arms.
The maid hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Please, eat. He'll be angry if you starve yourself."
Isabella's chest tightened. Even here, I have no freedom.
Before she could reply, the sound of tires screeching against gravel outside shattered the morning calm. Loud voices, shouting, and the faint click of guns being cocked drifted through the window.
Her heart leapt. Something was happening.
She rushed to the balcony and peered down.
A convoy of black SUVs had pulled up at the gates. Men with weapons spilled out, surrounding the entrance. And at the front of it all stood a tall figure-broad-shouldered, sharp-featured, his presence radiating the same lethal power as Damian... but with something smoother, more dangerous in a different way.
Adrian Romano.
Isabella didn't know his name yet, but the way the guards stiffened told her he was someone important-someone Damian didn't want here.
Moments later, Damian himself appeared, flanked by his men. His jaw was tight, his voice like steel as he faced the intruder.
"You have no right to be here, Romano."
The man smirked, spreading his arms as though he owned the place. "Relax, DeLuca. I only came to congratulate you on your... wedding."
His gaze flicked upward. For a single, heart-stopping moment, his eyes locked on Isabella's.
And he smiled.
Isabella froze. That smile was different from Damian's cold smirks-it was charming, dangerous, like a wolf offering you flowers before the bite.
Damian noticed the direction of Adrian's gaze. His jaw clenched, his fists curling at his sides.
"She is none of your concern."
Adrian tilted his head. "Ah, but isn't she? You take a woman from the altar, and the entire city whispers. What kind of husband starts a war on his wedding night?"
Damian's voice dropped, deadly. "Leave. Now."
But Adrian only chuckled, backing away slowly, his eyes never leaving Isabella's balcony.
"Enjoy your bride while you can, DeLuca. Not every cage keeps its bird forever."
And then, as quickly as he had arrived, he was gone-leaving behind the echo of his words and the unsettling chill of a promise unspoken.
Isabella gripped the balcony rail, her pulse racing. For the first time since this nightmare began, she felt a flicker of something new.
Hope.
If Damian had enemies... maybe one of them could be her way out.
