Chapter 17 Breaking Point
- (Leonardo POV)
- The door closed behind Isabella, and I was alone with the wreckage.
- My study looked like a war zone. Papers scattered across the floor. Chair overturned. Crystal decanters shattered against the wall, whiskey running down expensive wallpaper in amber streams. And in the center of it all, me. Standing with bleeding knuckles and a rage that hadn't burned out despite the destruction.