A seed of doubt in Anna/Bella's mind.

The night was thick with tension as Alexander adjusted his heavy mask, his fingers brushing against the cool metal. Dressed like a Mafia boss, he exuded an aura of power, his sharp suit tailored to perfection, hiding the turmoil raging inside him.

They had been waiting for Damien's call—the signal—to ensure Richard had returned to the Whitaker Mansion before making their move.

Minutes later, Damien's voice came through the earpiece. "Richard's home. You're clear to go."

Liam, sitting in the driver's seat, nodded and revved the engine. Riley, seated in the passenger seat, wore a fitted black combat suit and a mask, shielding her identity from anyone who might recognize her. She refused to take the risk of being dragged back into the hell she once escaped. Tonight, she played the role of Alexander's loyal female bodyguard.