The serenity that had filled Isabella and Leon's life was to be torn apart sooner than expected. The two had just started to get comfortable with parenthood when a storm brewed in the background-a storm that was one last thread of their complicated past, waiting to unravel. Weber had lain low for a while, but Isabella and Leon knew better than to think that he was truly gone. His presence was always looming, like a shadow that was just waiting for that opportune moment to strike.
As if the tension wasn't heightened enough, one fateful evening, a message landed in their courtyard with a threatening undertone, in almost incoherent words: "You've built your future on my ashes. I'm coming for what's mine."
Her heart sank as she read aloud from the note to Leon. They had thought the worst was over, but it would appear Weber wasn't quite done with them yet. Leon's fists clenched and the old fire of protectiveness flared up again as he met Isabella's gaze.
