Inside the grand hall, laughter echoed again. Aurelia leaned closer to her father, her tone cautious but curious."Father, what if Uncle Lawrence wakes up?" she asked. "What if he tells everyone that we forced him to transfer the company shares? What will we do then?"
Roman Grace paused, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He leaned back on the couch, swirling his glass of wine slowly. "Don't worry, dear," he said with a low chuckle. "That will never happen."
Aurelia frowned. "How can you be so sure?"
Roman's smile widened into something cold. "Because my men are already at the hospital. Lawrence is in a coma — and even if he wakes up…" He took a slow sip, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I'll make sure he never speaks again. The truth will die with him."
Aurelia laughed, reassured. Victor joined in, grinning smugly as he slipped an arm around her shoulders. "Well, that settles it," he said. "The media already believes our story — that Isabella's behavior drove her father to a breakdown. Uncle Lawrence's reputation is gone, and so is his fortune."
Outside the half-open door, Isabella stood frozen. Every word cut into her like a blade.Her breath came out uneven, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She wanted to scream, to run inside and slap them, but her legs wouldn't move.
They drugged me… they ruined Father… they took everything.
When Roman's voice turned low and dangerous, Isabella's body reacted on instinct. She stepped back, trying to retreat silently — but before she could, two of Roman's guards appeared at the doorway."Sir," one of them said, gripping her arm roughly, "we found Miss Grace outside the hall."
Roman's expression hardened. He rose slowly, Aurelia and Victor following close behind."Well, well," he said smoothly. "My dear niece… listening at doors now? What exactly did you hear?"
Isabella met his eyes, trembling but defiant. "I heard everything," she said, voice breaking. "You drugged me. You destroyed my father's company. You—" her words faltered but came out stronger the next second, "—you're nothing but criminals, all of you! I'll expose you to the world!"
For a moment, silence filled the hall. Then laughter — sharp, cruel, endless.Aurelia giggled like a child mocking a fool. Victor smirked, shaking his head. And Roman's deep, mocking laugh rose above them all.
"Oh, my brave little niece," Roman said finally, voice dripping with venom. "You think you can fight me? You think the world will believe you after what happened last night? Everyone already knows you spent the night with a stranger. You're finished, Isabella."
He stepped closer, eyes dark. "Now be a good girl and go to your room. If you want your father to live, you'll stay quiet. No crying, no scenes. Do you understand?"
Isabella's lips trembled, but she didn't move. Her silence was her only weapon left.
Then, suddenly — the deep sound of engines echoed from outside.A guard rushed in, pale. "Sir! Several black Rolls-Royces just entered the property!"
"What?" Roman snapped, spinning toward the entrance.
The tall doors of the mansion burst open.Dozens of armed men in black suits and masks stormed in, guns raised but silent, moving with perfect precision. They surrounded the hall within seconds. Gasps spread through the staff and guests hiding at the corners.
Before anyone could react further, a woman stepped out of the third car.
She wore a long silver gown that shimmered faintly under the chandelier light, hugging her elegant frame. Her face was covered with a fine silver veil, but her presence radiated power. The room fell silent as she strode confidently inside.
Her voice rang through the hall — calm but commanding."Don't you dare touch a single hair on her head," she said, pointing at Isabella. "I'll kill anyone who tries."
Roman's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" he demanded.
The woman didn't answer. She walked straight to Isabella and placed a protective hand on her arm. "You're coming with me," she said softly, but her tone left no room for argument. "No one will harm you again."
Roman sneered. "And what makes you think I'll let you just walk out with her?"
Before the woman could answer, another series of headlights appeared outside.Three more black Rolls-Royces pulled into the driveway. The screech of tires echoed across the marble floor as another group of men — taller, sharper, more disciplined — entered through the same doors. They were dressed the same, but their movements were even more synchronized.
One of them stepped forward, removing his mask slightly to reveal a headset. "We're here under orders from Mr. Adrian Frost," he said clearly. "We've come to escort Mrs. Frost to safety."
The silver-veiled woman turned sharply. "Mrs. Frost?" she repeated, confused. "You must be mistaken. This girl is Miss Grace."
The man shook his head firmly. "No mistake, ma'am. She married Mr. Frost this morning. She returned here only to collect some of her belongings. We're under direct instruction to ensure her safety."He gestured toward Isabella's hand. "If you doubt it, see the red marriage certificate she carries."
All eyes turned to Isabella — the certificate was indeed still clutched tightly in her hand. The woman in silver gently took it, checked the seal and signatures, then returned it with a respectful nod."She's telling the truth," she said quietly. "This is genuine."
The two groups — the mysterious silver lady's guards and Mr. Frost's men — exchanged brief glances. Then, the woman stepped back gracefully. "If she belongs to Mr. Frost's protection," she said, "then my part is done. Take her safely."
The Frost guards moved forward and formed a tight circle around Isabella. The leader bowed slightly toward her. "Mrs. Frost, please come with us."
Still dazed by everything that had happened — the betrayal, the threats, the sudden rescue — Isabella followed silently. The silver-gowned lady gave her a reassuring nod before turning away.
Within seconds, the Frost men escorted Isabella out of the mansion and into the waiting Rolls-Royce. As soon as the car door shut, all vehicles began moving together — smooth, silent, and swift.
Roman, Aurelia, and Victor watched helplessly from the doorway. The silver lady's cars rolled away first, followed by Mr. Frost's convoy disappearing into the distance.
Roman's fists clenched in fury. "So, Frost himself is getting involved," he muttered.Aurelia bit her lip. "Father… what are we going to do now?"
Roman's eyes narrowed, rage burning beneath his calm voice. "We wait. Because anyone who crosses me — even Adrian Frost — will regret it."
Meanwhile, inside the moving car, Isabella pressed the marriage certificate to her chest. Her reflection trembled in the dark glass. The world she knew had shattered — but for the first time in hours, she wasn't alone. Someone had come for her.