Chapter 6

Under the same Parisian sky where it all began, Isabel stood at a crossroads. The city lights shimmered, mirroring the fire that still burned between them. She had a choice—to stay, to fight, to embrace the chaos that was Raphael Moreau. Or to walk away, forever haunted by the taste of him, by the touch of his hands, by the way he whispered her name in the dark. She turned to him, and in his eyes, she saw her answer.