Chapter 71

ISABELLA

Lorenzo's security guards remain vigilant, their impassive expressions hiding the lethal nature they represent. Although I am physically free, I realize that this freedom is merely superficial. Lorenzo is the conductor of this distorted symphony, and I'm just a piece on his board.

The surprise comes when the car, instead of following the path back to the old routine, starts heading towards a busy urban area. I'm perplexed, observing the change in the landscape and trying to decipher the motives behind this new destination.

Finally, we arrive in an Italian city, and the car heads towards a neighborhood of luxury buildings. My eyes widen as I realize that we are approaching an elegant apartment building. The tension in my chest increases, mixed with a twinge of curiosity.

The car stops in front of a large, tall building. I hesitate for a moment, looking at the imposing building before me. What's going on? The idea of being a prisoner again in this new