The next day felt quiet in a dangerous way.
Isabel sat beside her mother, Maria, a glass of wine trembling slightly in her hand. The mansion felt different now—lighter to her, emptier in a way she enjoyed.
"My Damian is gone, Mother," Isabel said softly, pressing a hand to her chest. Her voice cracked, but there were no tears.
Maria watched her closely.
"Thank God you didn't get pregnant for him," Maria replied calmly.
Isabel nodded slowly.
"Yes, Mother. God didn't want my child to be fatherless."
She took a sip of wine, then smiled faintly.
"Besides… this might work in my favor."
Maria frowned.
"What do you mean?"
Isabel leaned closer, lowering her voice like she was sharing a secret meant only for the walls.
"Damian's properties won't just disappear," she said. "Half of them are up for grabs."
Maria's eyes widened slightly.
"How?"
"Adrian Volkov," Isabel said smoothly. "Damian's cousin."
Maria stiffened.
