Isabella's face lost its color.
"What camera?"
Marcus didn't answer.
Instead, he opened the security application on his phone.
The penthouse had recently been upgraded with discreet security cameras after a series of attempted break-ins nearby.
Only Marcus and the security director knew every camera's location.
He pressed play.
The footage appeared on the screen.
Emily entered the bedroom alone.
Moments later, Isabella quietly walked in carrying a small jewelry case.
She looked around to make sure no one was watching.
Then she deliberately pushed a glass vase from the table.
It shattered across the floor.
When Emily turned in surprise, Isabella grabbed her arm.
A struggle followed.
Emily tried to pull away.
Instead, Isabella shoved her violently.
Emily struck the corner of a marble nightstand before collapsing unconscious.
The recording captured everything.
Every second.
Every lie.
Marcus slowly turned the phone toward Isabella.
"My head of security..."
"...just sent me the truth."
The tears on Isabella's face suddenly stopped.
She realized there was no escape.