Chapter 8 - The Airport Hangar
"She's at the private airstrip, Boss," Marco replied quietly. "She's waiting for Valentina."
Dante didn't ask another question. He hung up the phone, sprinted back down the grand staircase, and threw himself into the back of his SUV.
The private airstrip on the edge of the city was completely dark, save for the bright floodlights illuminating a sleek, expensive private jet sitting on the tarmac.
Valentina stood near the boarding stairs. She wore a stunning red designer coat, holding a glass of champagne, completely oblivious to the fact that her massive betrayal had been entirely dismantled. She was waiting for Dante to arrive so they could fly to Paris and she could finalize the trap.
But it wasn't Dante’s SUV that pulled up to the plane.
A heavy, armored black town car rolled silently onto the tarmac. The back door opened, and Isabella stepped out.
She wore a sharp, tailored black trench coat. She didn't look like a heartbroken, abandoned wife anymore. She looked like the absolute, terrifying Queen of the syndicate.
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Valentina’s confident smile instantly vanished. She dropped her champagne glass, the crystal shattering against the concrete.
👉 How will the arrogant mistress react to being cornered by the wife she tried to ruin?
