Chapter 891

Isabella's POV

But I wasn’t about to lose. I wasn’t about to let a dead woman win.

I took a deep breath as I reached the door, adjusting my posture and composing myself. 

My fingers pressed against the doorbell, and I exhaled, waiting for the familiar sound of footsteps coming to open it.

But there was nothing.

No sound.

No movement from inside.

I frowned, pressing the bell again, longer this time.

Still, nothing.

I clenched my jaw, already feeling an irritation bubble beneath my skin. I knew exactly what was happening.

Damien had picked up this annoying habit lately…ignoring the doorbell.

At first, I thought he simply hadn’t heard it a few times. But then I realized it was intentional.

He never answered the door anymore.

He would just sit there, waiting for someone else to open it.

Even if he was right there in the sitting room, he would pretend as if he hadn’t heard it.