Isabella could hardly breathe as she stared at the envelope in her hands. The weight of it, though small, seemed to press down on her like the weight of the world. The address on the front was unfamiliar, but the name signed at the bottom in precise, elegant handwriting made her blood run cold.
Marcus Harrington.
Her father's name.
Leon stood beside her, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed at the envelope. "What's in it?"
"I—I don't know," Isabella whispered, her fingers trembling slightly as she slid her nail under the seal. The contents of the envelope were still a mystery, but the foreboding sensation crawling up her spine told her that whatever it was, it wasn't good.
She pulled out a single folded piece of paper and unfolded it slowly. As her eyes skimmed the first few lines, her knees almost buckled beneath her.
"Isabella?" Leon's voice cut through the fog in her mind, but she barely registered it.
The words on the page blurred before her eyes as she read them over and over again, disbelief warring with anger. It couldn't be true. None of it could be true.
But the more she read, the more her heart shattered.
"What is it?" Leon's voice was sharper now, impatient and concerned.
She thrust the paper toward him, unable to find the words to explain what she had just uncovered. Leon took the paper from her and began reading silently, his expression growing darker with every second.
The document was a confession. A damning letter from her father, Marcus Harrington, detailing a secret he had kept hidden for decades—one that now threatened to unravel everything.
Isabella's chest heaved with barely contained emotion as she sank into the nearest chair. Her mind raced as she tried to process the bombshell that had just been dropped in her lap.
Her father had been involved in a covert deal with Leon's family years ago—long before she was even born. A deal that had gone horribly wrong.
According to the letter, Marcus had betrayed Leon's father, promising him shares in a major acquisition but secretly cutting him out of the deal at the last minute. It had been a move that destroyed Leon's father's business, leading to his downfall. Her father had built his empire on that betrayal, and Leon's family had paid the price.
Tears welled up in Isabella's eyes. She had always admired her father, believed in his integrity and strength. But now... now she wasn't sure she even knew who he was.
"Leon," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't know. I swear, I didn't know any of this."
Leon's face was a mask of cold fury as he folded the letter and set it down on the table. His blue eyes burned with anger, but there was something else there too—something far more dangerous. A deep, seething hurt that ran beneath the surface.
"I should have known," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "I should have expected this."
"Leon, please," Isabella said, her voice shaking. "You have to believe me. I had no idea. My father never told me—he never told anyone."
Leon's gaze flicked to her, and for a moment, his expression softened. But only for a moment.
"I believe you didn't know," he said quietly, his voice strained with tension. "But that doesn't change what happened. Your father destroyed my family. He's the reason my father's company went under, the reason my father..."
Leon's voice trailed off, but Isabella didn't need him to finish the sentence. She knew what he was going to say—the reason his father had never recovered, the reason Leon had been forced to claw his way up from the bottom.
"I'm sorry," Isabella whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I'm so, so sorry."
But Leon's face remained hard. His fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to contain his emotions. He had spent years planning his revenge, and now that the truth was out in the open, he didn't know what to do with the anger simmering inside him.
"You don't understand, Isabella," he said, his voice low and deadly. "This isn't just about the betrayal. This is about everything your family took from mine. The Harringtons built their fortune on my father's ruin."
Isabella shook her head, trying to reconcile the man she had always known as her father with the one described in the letter. How could he have done something so awful? And why had he never told her the truth?
"I don't know what to say," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn't ask for any of this, Leon. I didn't ask for my father's legacy or his mistakes."
Leon looked at her, his gaze piercing through her like ice. "No, but now you're paying for them."
The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating in its intensity. Isabella's heart ached, not just for what her father had done, but for the growing divide between her and Leon. The man she had begun to care for was now looking at her like she was the enemy.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke, lost in their own thoughts and the grim reality of what they had uncovered. Then, Leon took a deep breath, his jaw clenched tight.
"This doesn't change anything," he said finally, his voice firm. "Grayson is still our priority. Whatever your father did, we'll deal with that later. Right now, we need to focus on stopping Grayson from destroying everything."
Isabella nodded, wiping away the tears that had fallen. Leon was right. As much as the revelation about her father devastated her, they couldn't afford to lose sight of the bigger picture.
But even as she agreed, a part of her knew that things between her and Leon would never be the same. The truth had been laid bare, and now there was no going back.
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Later that night, as Isabella lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of her father's secret pressed heavily on her chest. She felt like a stranger in her own life, unsure of who she could trust or what to believe anymore.
She turned over, pulling the covers tightly around her, but sleep didn't come. All she could think about was the letter—the betrayal, the lies, and the look on Leon's face when he had learned the truth.
A part of her feared that this was the beginning of the end. Not just for her father's company, but for her and Leon as well. Could they ever move past this? Could she ever convince him that she wasn't like her father, that she hadn't known about any of it?
And then, in the darkness of her room, her phone buzzed.
She reached for it, her heart pounding. The message was from an unknown number, and as soon as she read it, her blood ran cold.
"You don't know the whole truth, Isabella. There's more. Meet me tomorrow. Alone."
Who sent the mysterious message, and what more is there to uncover about her family?