Isabella’s POV
The door slammed down the hall, rattling the walls with its finality. I stood frozen in the living room, the blanket slipping from my shoulders. Every nerve in my body was wired tight, humming with adrenaline and anger.
I could still feel her — the ex fiancée — like a stain in the air, her perfume clinging to the furniture, her venom burning in my veins.
My hands balled into fists. I turned to Damien, whose eyes hadn't left me once since she disappeared.
"Next time," I said coolly, voice dripping with fury I barely recognized as my own, "put your dog on a leash. Why do I have to be barked at?”
His jaw twitched, but he said nothing, only watched as I tossed the blanket onto the couch and stormed past him.
I didn’t bother looking back.
The penthouse seemed to stretch e
