** A New Empire**Milan, Italy – Cain Enterprises HeadquartersFor the first time in months, there was no war to fight.No boardrooms filled with enemies.No silent battles being waged in the shadows.And yet—Isabella Devereaux still woke up with the same sharp edge of anticipation in her chest.Victory had always been her fuel, and now that she had won?She wasn’t sure what to do with herself.Standing in Leo Cain’s penthouse office, she watched as the city of Milan stretched out before her.A city she now controlled.A world that had finally bent to her will.But something about it felt… unfinished.Like this wasn’t the end.Like this was just the beginning.The Question of PowerLeo entered the office without knocking, his presence as effortless as always.“You’re thinking too much again,” he said, setting two espressos down on the table.Isabella smirked, turning to face him. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m thinking just enough.”Leo took a sip of his coffee, studying her. “You dismantled y
** The Last Queen Standing**Milan, Italy – Cain Enterprises PenthouseThe city glittered below, a sea of golden lights stretching toward the horizon.But Isabella Devereaux wasn’t watching the view.She stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, her phone in her hand, her finger hovering over Marcella’s message.“There’s more than one way to rule the world, darling. Call me when you’re ready.”A challenge. A test. A trap.She knew exactly what Marcella wanted—to make her question everything.And damn it, it was working.Leo’s voice cut through the silence.“You’re still thinking about it.”Isabella turned to see him leaning against the bar, his green eyes watching her too closely.She smirked. “What gave it away?”Leo crossed the room in a few steps, stopping just inches from her. “You only get that look when you’re debating whether to burn the world down or walk away.”Isabella chuckled. “And which one do you think I’ll choose?”Leo smirked. “Burn it down. Every time.”She exhaled, lo
** A Throne of Her Own**London, England – Cain-Devereaux Private JetThe hum of the private jet was steady, a low vibration beneath Isabella Devereaux’s fingertips as she traced the edge of her champagne glass.She was leaving London, leaving Marcella behind.But not for good.No, this wasn’t over.Marcella had tried to lure her in—offering her a seat at the table, a place in a new empire.But Isabella had no interest in joining someone else’s kingdom.She was going to build her own.She glanced across the cabin at Leo, who was watching her carefully from his seat.“You didn’t kill her deal,” he murmured, swirling the whiskey in his glass.Isabella smirked. “No.”Leo raised a brow. “You could have.”She leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming. “Why kill something when you can take it for yourself?”Leo chuckled, shaking his head. “You really are ruthless, aren’t you?”Isabella tilted her head. “Would you like me any other way?”He smirked. “No. But you already knew that.”Their gazes
** A Throne of Her Own**London, England – Cain-Devereaux Private JetThe hum of the private jet was steady, a low vibration beneath Isabella Devereaux’s fingertips as she traced the edge of her champagne glass. The golden liquid inside barely moved, mirroring the control she maintained over herself despite the storm brewing inside.She was leaving London, leaving Marcella behind.But not for good.No, this wasn’t over.Marcella had tried to lure her in—offering her a seat at the table, a place in a new empire.But Isabella had no interest in joining someone else’s kingdom.She was going to build her own.She glanced across the cabin at Leo, who was watching her carefully from his seat, his own drink in hand.“You didn’t kill her deal,” he murmured, swirling the whiskey in his glass.Isabella smirked, meeting his gaze. “No.”Leo raised a brow. “You could have.”She leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming. “Why kill something when you can take it for yourself?”Leo chuckled, shaking hi
** The Empire Strikes Back**Milan, Italy – Cain-Devereaux HeadquartersIt was a perfect morning in Milan—if Isabella Devereaux believed in such things.The sun bathed the city in gold, casting long shadows across the boardroom where she stood, arms crossed, eyes locked on the newest report in front of her.Leo sat beside her, his expression unreadable as he scanned the file.Ethan paced, running a hand through his hair.“This isn’t just a business move,” Ethan muttered, placing his tablet down. “It’s a warning.”Isabella smirked, flipping the page.Marcella had made her move.An anonymous leak had surfaced overnight, tying Cain-Devereaux Holdings to illicit offshore accounts. Fabricated, of course—but deadly enough to raise eyebrows in the financial world.The news cycle was eating it up.Headlines flashed across the screen:“Shadow Deals? Cain-Devereaux Faces Scrutiny Over Global Expansion”“Devereaux Legacy Stained – Isabella Under Investigation (Again)”Leo’s jaw clenched. “She di
** Broken Loyalties**Milan, Italy – Isabella’s PenthouseThe broken shards of glass glittered on the marble floor, a perfect reflection of what had just shattered between them.Isabella stood motionless, her chest rising and falling with each slow, controlled breath.Across from her, Leo Cain didn’t move.He was calculating, just like he always was.But this wasn’t business.This was them.And Isabella wasn’t sure if they still existed.She lifted her chin, her voice calm but sharp as steel.“You worked with Moreau.”Leo exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. “I told you—it wasn’t like that.”Isabella’s laugh was cold, hollow. “You don’t get to decide what it was.”She stepped forward, closing the space between them. “Did you tell me the truth at any point, Leo? Or was this all just part of your game?”His jaw tightened. “I never lied about what mattered.”“Then tell me this—” she whispered, voice dangerously soft. “Was I a part of your plan? Or was I just a pawn?”Leo’s green eyes
** An Unholy Alliance**Milan, Italy – Isabella’s OfficeThe city skyline stretched behind her, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. But Isabella wasn’t admiring the view.She stood at her desk, fingers tapping lightly against the polished wood, as the weight of her decision settled over her.Across from her, Marcella Devereaux sat with a glass of red wine in hand, looking far too pleased with herself.“I have to admit, darling,” Marcella mused, crossing one leg over the other, “I didn’t think you’d actually call me.”Isabella studied her carefully.“I don’t make decisions lightly.”Marcella smirked. “Neither do I.”They had spent years locked in a battle for dominance—each one trying to stay a step ahead of the other.But now?Now, Isabella was about to break her own rules.Because Marcella was right about one thing.She needed her.And she hated it.The city skyline stretched behind her, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. But Isabella wasn’t admiring the view.Sh
** The First Strike**Milan, Italy – Cain-Devereaux HeadquartersIsabella stood at the top floor of her empire, looking down at the city she had fought to control.It should have felt like victory.But instead, it felt like a battlefield.She had made a deal with Marcella—something she never thought she’d do.And now, it was time to deliver.Leo had to fall.Completely.Irreversibly.Because if he didn’t?If she left even a crack for him to slip through…He would come back.And next time?He wouldn’t just want his place in the company.He’d want revenge.Her phone buzzed.She picked it up, exhaling sharply.Marcella."The pieces are in motion. We strike at midnight."Isabella smirked.Let the games begin.Paris, France – Leo’s Last MoveLeo Cain stood in a darkened hotel suite, hands resting on the desk as he scanned the reports in front of him.The walls were closing in.Isabella had already started freezing his accounts.Her allies in the financial sector were pulling back investmen
** The First Strike**Milan, Italy – Cain-Devereaux HeadquartersIsabella stood at the top floor of her empire, looking down at the city she had fought to control.It should have felt like victory.But instead, it felt like a battlefield.She had made a deal with Marcella—something she never thought she’d do.And now, it was time to deliver.Leo had to fall.Completely.Irreversibly.Because if he didn’t?If she left even a crack for him to slip through…He would come back.And next time?He wouldn’t just want his place in the company.He’d want revenge.Her phone buzzed.She picked it up, exhaling sharply.Marcella."The pieces are in motion. We strike at midnight."Isabella smirked.Let the games begin.Paris, France – Leo’s Last MoveLeo Cain stood in a darkened hotel suite, hands resting on the desk as he scanned the reports in front of him.The walls were closing in.Isabella had already started freezing his accounts.Her allies in the financial sector were pulling back investmen
** An Unholy Alliance**Milan, Italy – Isabella’s OfficeThe city skyline stretched behind her, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. But Isabella wasn’t admiring the view.She stood at her desk, fingers tapping lightly against the polished wood, as the weight of her decision settled over her.Across from her, Marcella Devereaux sat with a glass of red wine in hand, looking far too pleased with herself.“I have to admit, darling,” Marcella mused, crossing one leg over the other, “I didn’t think you’d actually call me.”Isabella studied her carefully.“I don’t make decisions lightly.”Marcella smirked. “Neither do I.”They had spent years locked in a battle for dominance—each one trying to stay a step ahead of the other.But now?Now, Isabella was about to break her own rules.Because Marcella was right about one thing.She needed her.And she hated it.The city skyline stretched behind her, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. But Isabella wasn’t admiring the view.Sh
** Broken Loyalties**Milan, Italy – Isabella’s PenthouseThe broken shards of glass glittered on the marble floor, a perfect reflection of what had just shattered between them.Isabella stood motionless, her chest rising and falling with each slow, controlled breath.Across from her, Leo Cain didn’t move.He was calculating, just like he always was.But this wasn’t business.This was them.And Isabella wasn’t sure if they still existed.She lifted her chin, her voice calm but sharp as steel.“You worked with Moreau.”Leo exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. “I told you—it wasn’t like that.”Isabella’s laugh was cold, hollow. “You don’t get to decide what it was.”She stepped forward, closing the space between them. “Did you tell me the truth at any point, Leo? Or was this all just part of your game?”His jaw tightened. “I never lied about what mattered.”“Then tell me this—” she whispered, voice dangerously soft. “Was I a part of your plan? Or was I just a pawn?”Leo’s green eyes
** The Empire Strikes Back**Milan, Italy – Cain-Devereaux HeadquartersIt was a perfect morning in Milan—if Isabella Devereaux believed in such things.The sun bathed the city in gold, casting long shadows across the boardroom where she stood, arms crossed, eyes locked on the newest report in front of her.Leo sat beside her, his expression unreadable as he scanned the file.Ethan paced, running a hand through his hair.“This isn’t just a business move,” Ethan muttered, placing his tablet down. “It’s a warning.”Isabella smirked, flipping the page.Marcella had made her move.An anonymous leak had surfaced overnight, tying Cain-Devereaux Holdings to illicit offshore accounts. Fabricated, of course—but deadly enough to raise eyebrows in the financial world.The news cycle was eating it up.Headlines flashed across the screen:“Shadow Deals? Cain-Devereaux Faces Scrutiny Over Global Expansion”“Devereaux Legacy Stained – Isabella Under Investigation (Again)”Leo’s jaw clenched. “She di
** A Throne of Her Own**London, England – Cain-Devereaux Private JetThe hum of the private jet was steady, a low vibration beneath Isabella Devereaux’s fingertips as she traced the edge of her champagne glass. The golden liquid inside barely moved, mirroring the control she maintained over herself despite the storm brewing inside.She was leaving London, leaving Marcella behind.But not for good.No, this wasn’t over.Marcella had tried to lure her in—offering her a seat at the table, a place in a new empire.But Isabella had no interest in joining someone else’s kingdom.She was going to build her own.She glanced across the cabin at Leo, who was watching her carefully from his seat, his own drink in hand.“You didn’t kill her deal,” he murmured, swirling the whiskey in his glass.Isabella smirked, meeting his gaze. “No.”Leo raised a brow. “You could have.”She leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming. “Why kill something when you can take it for yourself?”Leo chuckled, shaking hi
** A Throne of Her Own**London, England – Cain-Devereaux Private JetThe hum of the private jet was steady, a low vibration beneath Isabella Devereaux’s fingertips as she traced the edge of her champagne glass.She was leaving London, leaving Marcella behind.But not for good.No, this wasn’t over.Marcella had tried to lure her in—offering her a seat at the table, a place in a new empire.But Isabella had no interest in joining someone else’s kingdom.She was going to build her own.She glanced across the cabin at Leo, who was watching her carefully from his seat.“You didn’t kill her deal,” he murmured, swirling the whiskey in his glass.Isabella smirked. “No.”Leo raised a brow. “You could have.”She leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming. “Why kill something when you can take it for yourself?”Leo chuckled, shaking his head. “You really are ruthless, aren’t you?”Isabella tilted her head. “Would you like me any other way?”He smirked. “No. But you already knew that.”Their gazes
** The Last Queen Standing**Milan, Italy – Cain Enterprises PenthouseThe city glittered below, a sea of golden lights stretching toward the horizon.But Isabella Devereaux wasn’t watching the view.She stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, her phone in her hand, her finger hovering over Marcella’s message.“There’s more than one way to rule the world, darling. Call me when you’re ready.”A challenge. A test. A trap.She knew exactly what Marcella wanted—to make her question everything.And damn it, it was working.Leo’s voice cut through the silence.“You’re still thinking about it.”Isabella turned to see him leaning against the bar, his green eyes watching her too closely.She smirked. “What gave it away?”Leo crossed the room in a few steps, stopping just inches from her. “You only get that look when you’re debating whether to burn the world down or walk away.”Isabella chuckled. “And which one do you think I’ll choose?”Leo smirked. “Burn it down. Every time.”She exhaled, lo
** A New Empire**Milan, Italy – Cain Enterprises HeadquartersFor the first time in months, there was no war to fight.No boardrooms filled with enemies.No silent battles being waged in the shadows.And yet—Isabella Devereaux still woke up with the same sharp edge of anticipation in her chest.Victory had always been her fuel, and now that she had won?She wasn’t sure what to do with herself.Standing in Leo Cain’s penthouse office, she watched as the city of Milan stretched out before her.A city she now controlled.A world that had finally bent to her will.But something about it felt… unfinished.Like this wasn’t the end.Like this was just the beginning.The Question of PowerLeo entered the office without knocking, his presence as effortless as always.“You’re thinking too much again,” he said, setting two espressos down on the table.Isabella smirked, turning to face him. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m thinking just enough.”Leo took a sip of his coffee, studying her. “You dismantled y
** The Final Betrayal**Milan, Italy – Cain Enterprises HeadquartersThe war wasn’t over.Not yet.Leo sat across from Isabella in the dimly lit penthouse, his green eyes sharp as he studied her expression. She was too calm, too still—like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike.“You’re planning something,” he murmured, setting his glass of whiskey on the table.Isabella smirked, swirling her own drink. “Of course I am.”Leo exhaled. “And I assume it’s something dangerous.”Her emerald gaze gleamed with something darker. “Would you expect anything less?”Ethan, who had just stepped into the room, groaned. “Tell me we’re not escalating this.”Isabella tilted her head. “Escalating?” she repeated. “No, Ethan. We’re ending it.”Leo leaned forward, intrigued. “Go on.”Isabella placed a black folder on the table, sliding it toward them.Leo opened it, scanning the contents.His brows lifted. “Bank records. Offshore accounts. Illegal stock transfers…” He whistled. “You really ha