CHAPTER 1: THE FOOTAGE
The first person to move wasn’t Marcus.
It was Dr. Adrian Hale.
Khloe’s uncle stormed into the suite with two security officers at his side, his face turning pale the moment he saw her on the floor.
“Get her on a stretcher. Now!”
The room exploded into motion.
Marcus dropped to his knees beside Khloe, his hands shaking as he reached for her.
“Khloe… stay with me. Please—look at me.”
Her lips trembled, her fingers clutching weakly at his sleeve.
“The baby…” she whispered.
Marcus’s chest tightened with a fear he had never known—not in business, not in war rooms, not in boardrooms worth billions.
Nothing had ever made him feel this powerless.
Behind him, Isabella’s voice cracked again, perfectly timed.
“She attacked me—she lost control—”
“Enough.”
Dr. Hale didn’t even look at her.
He turned sharply to one of the guards.
“Lock the exits. No one leaves this floor.”
Isabella’s composure flickered.
Just for a second.
Then—
A nurse rushed in, breathless.
“Sir… the security feed from the suite—”
Dr. Hale’s eyes hardened.
“Bring it.”
And for the first time that night…
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Isabella Rossi felt something unfamiliar crawl up her spine.
Fear.
