Chapter 183

"You looking for trouble?"

Nathaniel's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flashing within them. The air between him and Alexander crackled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife.

Harrison stood frozen in shock. She hadn't expected Alexander to actually defend her against Nathaniel. The two men had been inseparable since childhood, brothers in all but blood.

Isabella whirled toward Harrison, venom dripping from her words. "Harrison, is this what you wanted? You lure men in, and now they're ready to brawl over you. You really know how to play them, don't you?"

"Enough, Isabella!" Alexander's fists clenched at his sides.

At that moment, Harrison reached out, her fingers lightly brushing his arm. Her voice was soft but firm. "Alexander, don't let this ruin everything. It's not worth it."

He turned to her, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, Harrison. You are."

Her breath caught at his words, warmth flooding her chest.

Without another word, Alexander shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then took her hand in his. "Come on. This place is ruined. Let's go."

He started to lead her out, but Harrison paused, lifting a hand. "Wait."

Alexander released her, and she quickly retrieved her phone. "Okay. Let's go."

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he took her hand again. "Let's."

The Presidential Suite, with its breathtaking ocean view, was left empty—save for Nathaniel and Isabella. She turned to him, her voice laced with mock surprise.

"I never thought Alexander would go this far for Harrison. He's willing to throw away years of friendship over her. She must be quite the enchantress."

Nathaniel's expression remained icy, but beneath the surface, a storm raged. He lifted his leg and kicked the nearby trash can with brutal force.

The metallic clang echoed sharply through the room.

Isabella smirked. Truthfully, she was the one who had ordered the provocative items from room service. And now, her plan had worked perfectly.

Nathaniel stood there, hands on his hips, his chest rising and falling with controlled fury. "We're leaving."

Isabella, pleased with how smoothly everything had gone, nodded. "Fine. I'll get Arabella."

She stepped into the hallway—only to collide with Dominic Graves, who was storming past with his men, clearly frustrated.

"Useless," he muttered. "The hot springs aren't that big, and yet none of you can find one damn woman!"

"We searched everywhere, Dominic. But she... vanished."

"We never even saw her face clearly. Just that she was wearing a magenta bikini."

Isabella's steps faltered. A magenta bikini?

That was Harrison.

Were they looking for Harrison?

Dominic and his men disappeared into their room, but Isabella remained rooted in place, staring at the closed door. She knew exactly who they were—dangerous men with no qualms about violence.

If Harrison had crossed paths with them...

A slow, dark smile curved her lips. This could be useful.

Pulling out her phone, she recalled the photos Arabella had taken earlier—Harrison in that very bikini.

Perfect.

Inside his room, Dominic had just settled in when the doorbell rang. He frowned and stalked toward it.

"Who is it?"

No one answered.

Instead, a photo lay on the floor. He picked it up, and his eyes lit up at the sight of Harrison in the magenta bikini.

A predatory grin spread across his face. "Found you."

Outside the villa, Alexander led Harrison away, but she stopped, regret shadowing her expression.

"Alexander, please don't let me come between you and Nathaniel," she said softly.

He shook his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Nathaniel and I have been through worse. But I've never seen him this worked up over a woman before."