The energy backstage at the WWE arena was thick with anticipation, a mix of pre-match nerves and carefully constructed personas. The echo of fans cheering beyond the curtains filled the air, but Isabela "Isa" Reyes had her focus locked elsewhere.

She moved through the hallways like a shadow, her sharp gaze scanning every interaction, every whispered conversation. The message she had received earlier still lingered in her mind-"You're not the only one watching. Be careful who you trust."

Who sent it? And more importantly, what exactly were they warning her about?

Her eyes landed on Jey Uso, who leaned against a production crate, his head bowed as he scrolled through his phone. Carmen Vega stood a few feet away, engaged in hushed conversation with none other than Austin Theory. Isa's lips pressed into a thin line.

So it is him.

She had suspected it the moment she saw the blurred image on the security footage-Carmen laughing, an arm draped around an unknown figure. Now, with Theory standing beside her, the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

Isa watched as Carmen placed a hand on Theory's arm, her manicured nails tracing slow circles against his sleeve. The familiarity between them was undeniable. This wasn't a simple business exchange. This was something deeper, something calculated.

Jey, oblivious or perhaps willfully ignorant, remained focused on his phone. He hadn't noticed the way Carmen leaned into Theory, the way her eyes gleamed with something that wasn't just friendly conversation.

Isa exhaled sharply. Jey was many things-stubborn, reckless, frustratingly loyal-but he wasn't stupid. Eventually, he would have to see Carmen for what she really was. The question was, would he see it before it was too late?

Paul Heyman approached from the opposite direction, his expression unreadable. He stopped beside Isa, his voice low.

"You've noticed, haven't you?"

Isa didn't take her eyes off the scene in front of her. "You mean Carmen cozying up to Theory while Jey stands there like a damn fool? Yeah, I've noticed."

Heyman's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "And what do you plan to do about it?"

Isa turned to him, her dark eyes filled with quiet determination. "Nothing. Not yet."

Heyman arched a brow. "Patience isn't your usual approach."

"No, it's not," Isa admitted. "But I want Jey to see this for himself. If I go to him now, he'll just think I'm trying to stir things up."

Heyman nodded approvingly. "Smart."

Isa crossed her arms. "Besides, I don't just want to expose Carmen. I want to know what she and Theory are up to. This isn't just about Jey-this is about The Bloodline."

Heyman's smirk widened. "Now that is the mindset of a true strategist."

Isa didn't respond. Instead, she continued to watch as Carmen whispered something to Theory, her lips curling into a smirk. Theory chuckled, his hand briefly resting on her waist before he pulled away.

It was a small gesture, but it was enough to confirm Isa's suspicions.

Carmen wasn't just a problem for Jey. She was a threat to everything The Bloodline stood for.

And Isa Reyes wasn't about to let that slide.

Not now. Not ever.