Prologue:
He watched her from the shadows, admiring as her lithe body twisted to avoid a sharp blow. Her muscles tensed and the hair on the back of her hair stood on end as she anticipated the next blow.
Her body was a well oiled machine; the perfect warrior. Her warm brown hair whipped around, the high cheekbones and fiery chocolate eyes expressing immense joy in the workout. Even with the immense experience and the strong build that she had formed, she was no more than a lost child.
She needed better guidance than what the hell hole could offer. They had misguided her into believing the wrong enemy. The rain began to pelt at the glass ceiling, coating the leather trench coat with liquid crystal drops. He walked away, a grin on his face. A plan was underway— soon his dear step-daughter would return to his arms.
Even if she did not realize it, she was the key to many doors of opportunity. He would be able to use her to his advantage.
The shadowy figure turned back for a moment to see her pause her training to wipe the sweat off of her brow.
She was exquisite.
A rare specimen.
She was no longer his defenseless child— she had grown strong and without restraint. He would have her on his side if it were his final act. She would return to his open arms with a smile on her face.
His beautiful angel….
His Isabella.
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