~ Isabella’s POV

As my adoptive parents were hauled out of the office, the heavy door slammed shut behind them, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest. The adrenaline from the confrontation still buzzed in my veins, but at the same time, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

Lucian came up to me, his expression softening as he looked me over. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, his hand resting on my arm.

I nodded, feeling the tension in my body slowly drain away. “I am now. Thank you.” I smiled up at him, gratitude swelling in my chest. He had come in at the perfect...