Chapter 81: Shelia, we’re leaving
Isabella’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she tilted her head toward the still-kneeling Luca.
"So, can I keep him?" she asked with an innocent smile, though the way her eyes twinkled made it clear she was anything but.
Kian’s gaze darkened as it shifted back to Luca. The weight of it was enough to make the poor man flinch slightly, bowing his head even lower.
Isabella, ever perceptive, immediately sensed what Kian was about to say next. She wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.
"And no punishments," she cut in smoothly, holding up a hand before Kian could get a word out. "I brought him here myself."
Kian’s lips pressed into a thin line, his expression unreadable. But he paused, and that was already a win in Isabella’s book.
Luca, on the other hand, felt a wave of relief crash over him. He had been so sure his life was hanging by a thread just moments ago. But now? He wasn’t just saved—he had an actual chance.
For the first time, he found himself thinking that Isabella’s sharp tongue and reckless confidence weren’t entirely bad. Maybe—just maybe—she was the only person who could stand up to Kian and survive.
Shelia, standing off to the side, folded her arms with a smirk. She loved this. Watching Isabella handle her brother like this was downright entertaining. But beyond that, a small part of her held hope—if Kian really let Isabella have her way...
It would mean he was changing.
That her cold, detached, impossible-to-please brother was finally showing signs of warmth.