Chapter 41: Shadows of the Past
The revelation of Isabella's father standing beside Viktor Romanov sent a chilling wave through Alexander. He had faced countless enemies, but this—this was personal.
Isabella sat on the couch, her fingers gripping the edge of her dress as she stared at the photograph. "This doesn't make sense," she whispered. "I haven't seen my father since I was a child. Why would he be working with Viktor Romanov?"
Alexander knelt before her, cupping her trembling hands in his. "We'll find out the truth. But Bella, I need you to be prepared. This might not be the father you remember."
Her eyes met his, full of fear and uncertainty. "I just… I don't know what to believe."
Ethan cleared his throat. "We need more information. Romanov isn't just a businessman—he's a kingpin in the Russian underground. If he's bringing Isabella's father into this, it means he has leverage."
Alexander's jaw tightened. "Then we find out what that leverage is before they make their move."
But deep inside, he knew—this wasn't just about him anymore.
This was about Isabella's past.
And it was coming for them.
A Father's Return
Two nights later, Alexander received an anonymous message with coordinates. No threats. No demands. Just a location.
He didn't hesitate.
The warehouse was abandoned, the air thick with dust and silence. Alexander walked in alone, his every sense on high alert.
Then, from the shadows, a man stepped forward.
He was older now, but his piercing blue eyes mirrored Isabella's. The resemblance was undeniable.
"I was wondering when we'd finally meet," the man said, his voice calm.
Alexander remained still. "Why now? Why with Viktor Romanov?"
The man exhaled. "Because Isabella is in danger. And you're the only one who can protect her."
Alexander's blood ran cold. "From what?"
A flicker of emotion crossed the man's face. "From the people who want to destroy you both."
Love Amidst Chaos
Back at the penthouse, Isabella paced anxiously, waiting for Alexander's return. When the door finally opened, she rushed toward him.
"What happened? What did he say?"
Alexander pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "He says you're in danger."
She looked up at him, fear creeping into her expression. "But… why?"
His voice was firm. "Because of me."
Isabella cupped his face, her voice barely a whisper. "Then we fight together."
He kissed her, slow and deep, as if sealing a vow.
No matter what came next, their love would stand.
Even if the world burned around them.
To be continued…