ISABEL'S POV

And that was just one of the many plans I had installed for her.

A small one, really. More like a test run before I finally set my real plan into motion. Anna had no idea what was coming for her, no idea how carefully I was moving my pieces across the board. People like her always believed things would keep working in their favor just because they were loved, just because they were wanted.

But love was fragile. Trust even more so.

The waiter finally brought my coffee and set it gently on the table in front of me after what felt like an unnecessary wait.

“Took...