Chapter 48

But a few kilometers away, Isabella was already seated in a quiet café. She wore a hoodie and dark glasses, sliding a photo across the table to a tattooed man.

“This is the target,” she said flatly. “By tomorrow morning, the boy needs to be gone.”

The man studied Alva’s photo, then smirked. “Easy. The school’s not that crowded. Just wait for my update.”

Isabella gave a small nod and sipped her coffee, her lips curling into a smile.

“Think you can play with fire, Elena? Feel the heat yourself.”

She was certain that once Alva disappeared, Elena’s world would collapse—and in that moment, Damian would no longer chase Elena’s love.

***

At nine in the morning, Elena was busy checking new stock at the Queen Elisabeth boutique. The glass shelves were polished, the display cases rearranged, and some new haute couture dresses hung neatly at the front.

In the middle of her busy schedule, the boutique doorbell rang. Elena turned and smiled softly