Chapter 899

Isabella's POV

“They won’t,” he said. His voice had that edge, the one that told me he was already forming a plan. 

“They only came for Damien. They aren’t coming back for you.”

I let out a shaky breath, pretending to hesitate.

“Logan… I’m scared,” I whispered, my voice small, fragile.

“I know,” he muttered. “Just stay there. My men will get you.”

I sniffled again, nodding. “O-okay… Just… Just come quick.”

I ended the call, slowly lowering the phone.

And then…

A small, twisted smirk played at the corners of my lips.

Everything was falling into place.

The ride back to Logan’s hotel was quiet. Logan’s men barely spoke a word, their faces cold and unreadable. 

I sat in the back seat, clutching my hands together, my face still wet with fake tears. 

Every now and then, I let out shaky breaths, making sure they believed I was traumatized beyond words.

But inside?

Insid