POV: ISABELLA
Isabella woke to pounding on the suite door.
Her heart immediately kicked into overdrive, her body going rigid with fear.
This was it.
They'd come for her.
Catarina was already moving, looking through the peephole, her face going pale.
"Marco," she whispered. "And six men."
Isabella's hands started shaking. She forced them still.
Get yourself together. You practiced this. You know your story. You CAN do this.
"Isabella." Marco's voice came through the door, calm and professional. "Open the door. Now."
Isabella stood, smoothed her clothes, simple black dress, minimal makeup, her hair pulled back.
She'd dressed carefully and Intentionally.
Looking like a woman who had nothing to hide.
Looking like a woman who'd been falsely accused.
She opened the door.
Marco stood there, his face unreadable, six of his men flanking him.
"Marco." Her voice was steady, polite. "Can I help you?"
