Isabella's POV
Three days.
It had been three days since the world buried Sebastian Vale.
Three days since she watched his name dragged through the ashes murderer, traitor, monster.
Three days since she helped him leak the truth that began to crack the lies.
Now, the world was waiting.
And so was she.
The private broadcast room inside the Swiss safehouse was small, carved into stone like a bunker. Banks of monitors glowed in the dimness, showing live feeds of major networks.
"Every channel's on standby," Liam's voice came through the comms. "Once we go live, there's no taking it back."
Isabella's fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the mic. "He's ready."
Sebastian stepped forward, dressed in black sharp suit, crisp white shirt open at the collar. His expression was carved from stone, but his eyes his eyes burned with something deeper.
Resolve.
"Camera one active," Liam said. "Broadcasting to all international feeds."
A single red light blinked.
