Isabella POV
"I'm going to Tokyo," I said, standing in our penthouse office at 7 AM with my arms crossed, facing my husband who was looking at me like I'd suggested jumping off the Empire State Building. "With or without your support, Damien. This opportunity won't wait for our personal timeline."
"You fainted yesterday," he said, his voice carrying that dangerous calm that meant he was fighting to control his temper. "You're six weeks pregnant, our enemies are coordinating attacks on multiple fronts, and you want to fly halfway around the world into Marcus Blackwood's trap."
"I want to build our Asian empire before Margaret steals the opportunity," I shot back, gesturing at the financial projections spread across our conference table. "These numbers represent two billion in revenue potential. We can't just ignore that because I'm having some morning sickness."
