Jul 12, 2026
· 8 chapters
The amber liquid in my glass caught the dim light of the study as Isabella brushed past me, her perfume—jasmine and something sharp, metallic—lingering in the air. "More ice, Alessandro?" she asked, her voice as smooth as silk pulled over a blade.
Chapter 4 - A Dinner of Poison"You think you can pull that trigger?" Isabella asked, tilting her head. Her composure was staggering. Even staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, she looked like she was ordering coffee at a Parisian café. "If you kill me, the dead-man switch on my laptop goes off. Within sixty seconds, every bank account,
