Carmen returned home feeling a surge of satisfaction coursing through her veins. She had done what she set out to do, plant a seed of doubt in Isabella’s mind that would begin to unravel her. Enrico had pushed her aside for too long, and now it was time to remind him and everyone else of her influence and power.
As she entered her luxurious living room, her high heels clicking against the marble floor, she immediately noticed Isabella’s mother sitting nervously in one of the plush chairs. The woman looked tired and worn out, her face lined with worry. Standing a few feet away was one of Carmen's bodyguards, a large, intimidating figure who watched over the woman with a steely gaze.
Isabella's mother, her hands wringing nervously in her lap, stood up the moment she saw Carmen. Her eyes we
