Chapter 12 Billionaire's Scandal

• The café was warm, filled with the low hum of conversation and the occasional clatter of cups against saucers. Isabella sat across from Alicia, her fingers curled around her coffee mug. The scent of roasted beans filled the air, but she barely noticed it.
• Alicia smiled at her, concern in her voice. “You look exhausted.”
• Isabella exhaled slowly. “Because I am.” She hesitated, letting herself appear hesitant. “I don’t know how much more I can take, Alicia. The threats, Gerald, this pregnancy—everything is too much.”