All Chapters of THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

** 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 Ghost in the Shadows**Milan, Italy – Isabella’s Instincts Take OverIsabella’s fingers tightened around her phone as she reread the message."He’s not dead. But you will be."Her breath was steady, but her pulse was anything but.Ethan noticed the shift in her expression immediately. “What’s wrong?”She handed him the phone, watching as his jaw clenched.“This is a threat,” he said.“No,” Isabella murmured, eyes narrowing. “This is a warning.”Ethan exhaled sharply. “You think he’s really alive?”Isabella wasn’t sure.Leo had always been three steps ahead. If anyone could fake their death, it was him.And if he was alive…It meant the war wasn’t over.It was just beginning.Paris, France – The Investigation DeepensMarcella leaned back in her chair, fingers tapping against her desk.The official report claimed Leo had died from an overdose.But Marcella didn’t believe in coincidences.Her sources had seen Nikolai leaving the hotel minutes before Leo’s body was found.And now?

**The Final Gambit**The night air in Paris was thick with tension as Isabella stood on the balcony of the safe house, gazing at the shimmering Seine below. The city was alive, but her mind was elsewhere—on Marcella, on the battle she was about to wage, and on the stakes that had never been higher.Behind her, Ethan was pacing, his expression tight. Leo leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching them both with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.“This is insane,” Ethan muttered, rubbing his temples. “Breaking into Marcella’s private vault? We don’t even know what’s waiting for us inside.”Leo scoffed. “Oh, we know. A whole mess of trouble. But trouble’s fun, isn’t it?”Isabella turned, her eyes sharp. “This isn’t a game, Leo.”His smirk widened. “It is to Marcella.”And that was the problem. Marcella played to win. And if they weren’t careful, she’d take everything from them.Isabella’s fingers curled into fists. She couldn’t let that happen. Not after everything she’d f

**The Final War Begins**Milan, Italy – The EscapeThe distant sound of sirens echoed through the city as Isabella, Leo, and Ethan ran across the rooftops. The night was alive with chaos—Marcella’s men were still searching for them, but the smoke from the explosions had bought them just enough time to disappear into the darkness.Leo smirked as he glanced over his shoulder. “That went well.”Ethan shot him a glare. “We almost got killed.”Leo shrugged. “Yeah, but we didn’t.”Isabella ignored them, her mind already working three steps ahead.Marcella had expected them to die tonight. She had set a trap, and while Isabella had managed to escape, it didn’t mean she had won.Because Marcella never lost gracefully.She stopped near a dimly lit alley, pressing her back against the wall as she caught her breath.Ethan checked his gun, his jaw tight. “What now?”Isabella exhaled. “Now, we end this.”Leo raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how do we do that? Because right now, Marcella has the entire

** Love and War**Paris, France – The Final War BeginsThe sky was still dark when Isabella and her team moved into position. The air smelled of rain, the streets damp from an earlier storm. It was quiet—too quiet—as if the city itself was holding its breath.Across from them, Marcella’s penthouse loomed, its windows glowing like the eyes of a beast waiting to strike. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter, but they had no idea what was coming.Leo adjusted the silencer on his gun, flashing a grin. “You ready for this?”Isabella glanced at him, her expression unreadable. “Are you?”He chuckled. “Darling, I was born ready.”Ethan rolled his eyes. “Focus. We have one shot at this.”Dante, standing slightly apart from the group, smirked. “Let’s hope Marcella enjoys surprises.”Isabella took a slow breath, her heart pounding not from fear, but from anticipation.This was it.The final move in a game that had cost her everything.And by the time the sun rose, Marcella Devereaux would either