Chapter 919

Isabella's POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my mind tangled in frustration.

How could I make Logan believe I had changed?

I had knelt before him, begged him, even offered to let him be with Layla if that was what he wanted. But his eyes had held nothing but suspicion and coldness. He didn’t believe me.

And that hurt more than I cared to admit.

I thought and thought, but no matter how much I tried, no idea came to me. What could I possibly do to prove to Logan that I wasn’t the same person I used to be?

With a sigh, I ran a hand through my hair and stood up. Maybe if I talked to Damien… maybe if I made him see that I was sincere, then Logan would see it too.

I walked toward Damien’s room and knocked.

No answer.

I knocked again, this time a little harder.

Still nothing.

I pressed my lips together and reached for the door handle. It was slightly open, and without waiting for permissi