The morning light filtered through the massive windows, casting golden streaks across the silk sheets. Bella stirred, the lingering heat of last night still warming her skin.
Damien lay beside her, his bare chest rising and falling in steady breaths. Even in sleep, he looked powerful—dangerous.
She traced a finger along his jawline, her stomach tightening at the thought of what they had done.
She had crossed a line.
There was no turning back now.
But before she could dwell on it, a knock shattered the silence.
Damien's eyes snapped open instantly, his body tensing. Always ready for war.
"Come in," he called, his voice hoarse from sleep.
The door swung open, and Leo stepped inside, his face grim.
"You need to see this," he said, tossing a manila folder onto the bed.
Damien sat up, flipping it open. His expression darkened as he scanned the contents.
Bella swallowed. "What is it?"
Damien didn't answer right away. He closed the folder, his jaw tight. "There's a leak."
Bella's stomach twisted. "A mole?"
Leo nodded. "Morelli's men knew we were coming before we moved. Someone inside gave us up."
A chill ran down Bella's spine.
Someone close to Damien had betrayed him.
And if they knew where he was…
Then they knew about her.
Before she could speak, Damien's phone buzzed. He checked the screen, his expression turning to ice.
He handed the phone to her. "You need to see this."
Bella took it with shaking hands.
It was a message.
A single image.
A photo of her. Taken from a distance, but clearly from last night—outside Damien's estate.
Below it, a message:
"She's next."
Bella's blood ran cold.
Morelli's men weren't just after Damien.
They were after her.
And now, she wasn't just trapped in Damien's world.
She was being hunted.