The rhythmic crash of the waves against the shore filled the night air as Isabela "Isa" Reyes stood outside the WWE arena in San Juan. The city, alive with the buzz of an upcoming event, seemed oblivious to the war brewing beneath its surface. Isa wasn't just preparing for another night of managing The Bloodline's affairs-she was preparing for battle.

The message about Carmen still lingered in her mind. Whoever the new player was, they weren't just a casual fling. Carmen was strategic, always three steps ahead, but Isa refused to be blindsided. She had spent too many years learning to navigate both the cutthroat world of WWE and the even more treacherous battlefield of her personal life.

A familiar voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"You look deep in thought, Isa."

She turned to see Solo Sikoa leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his usual stoic expression in place. Despite his intimidating presence in the ring, Solo had always been one of the few in The Bloodline who truly looked out for her, even when things between her and Jey had fallen apart.

"Just thinking," Isa replied, forcing a small smile.

Solo gave her a knowing look. "About Jey?"

She let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "Isn't it always about Jey?"

Solo grunted, shifting his weight. "He's been acting different lately. More distracted. You think it's 'cause of-"

"Carmen?" Isa finished for him. "Probably. But it's not just her. Something's happening, Solo. Something bigger than just Jey making bad decisions."

Solo studied her for a moment, then nodded. "We'll figure it out."

Before Isa could respond, her phone buzzed again. Another message, this time from an unknown number.

"You're not the only one watching. Be careful who you trust."

Isa's grip on the phone tightened, her pulse spiking. Someone was keeping tabs on her. But who? And why?

Solo must have noticed the shift in her expression. "What is it?"

She hesitated before showing him the message. His expression darkened immediately.

"You tell Paul about this?"

"Not yet." She exhaled slowly. "I don't want to bring it to him until I have more. Whoever sent this knows something, and I need to figure out what before I make a move."

Solo nodded, but his stance remained tense. "Just watch your back, Isa. You already know how this family works. Enemies don't always come from the outside."

She didn't need the reminder. Betrayal wasn't just a possibility-it was a certainty.

Backstage Tensions

Later that night, the energy in the arena was electric. Fans filled the seats, their voices blending into a chorus of anticipation. Backstage, WWE superstars prepared for their matches, trainers checked on last-minute injuries, and producers finalized scripts.

Isa moved through the chaos with practiced ease, her focus split between managing the night's events and keeping an eye on Jey. He had been quieter than usual, his usual cocky swagger subdued. Carmen lingered close by, her presence a constant thorn in Isa's side.

Isa caught sight of Austin Theory standing just a little too close to Carmen near catering. Their conversation was hushed, their body language relaxed-but there was something else there. A familiarity that sent warning bells ringing in Isa's mind.

She didn't have proof yet, but her gut told her Theory was the "outsider" Carmen had been seen with. And if that was true, then this wasn't just about Jey anymore.

This was about The Bloodline.

And Isa wasn't about to let anyone dismantle what she had helped build.

As the night wore on, she remained vigilant, storing every interaction, every subtle cue, away for later. If there was one thing she had learned, it was that power wasn't just in strength-it was in information.

And Isa Reyes was about to collect every piece she needed.

Because when the time came to strike, she wouldn't miss.