Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 120

"We're the same kind of people. Putting on this act of being so noble... is it because the money comes easy? Huh?" Gary's eyes were bloodshot. His grip on Isabelle's wrist tightened painfully.

She winced, struggling against him. "What the hell are you talking about? We are not the same!"

The elevator doors opened.

"If you dare lay a finger on me, I swear I'll make you pay for it later!" she shouted, fighting desperately to break free.

"Dream on! You're mine today!" Gary, unable to reason with her, resorted to force.

He dragged her back into the elevator and into his arms, holding her in a vise-like grip. His alcohol-tainted breath washed over her face.

"Get off me..." she shouted, turning her face away, her cries for help echoing in the small space.

She had thought he wouldn't dare go this far in public, but she had underestimated this piece of trash.

Gary roughly grabbed her chin, trying to force a kiss. Isabelle shoved his face away first, pounding her fists against his chest, but he wouldn't let go.

No one entered. The elevator doors began to close slowly.

In a panic, she sank her teeth hard into his hand. The coppery taste of blood spread in her mouth.

Gary shoved her away violently. Isabelle crashed into the elevator wall with a sickening thud.

The elevator shook.

Furious, Gary raised his hand to strike her. But a large hand shot out, stopping the closing doors.

A powerful kick sent Gary sprawling into the corner. He crumpled, dazed from the alcohol and the impact. It took him a moment to gather himself and slowly push up from the floor, leaning against the wall.

Isabelle looked over at the man holding the door open. She felt Damian was like her hero, always there to save her.

She threw herself into his arms, the tears she'd been holding back finally bursting free. "You came!"

Damian wrapped his arms tightly around the trembling woman in his embrace. "I'm sorry I was late."

"N-no, you weren't..." Her whole body shook as she clung to him even tighter.

Damian glanced at the bodyguard beside him. "Make sure he stays alive..." he said coldly.

Then he bent down and scooped Isabelle up into his arms. She buried her face in his chest, her arms locked around his neck.

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Back in the car, Damian took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. His hand gently rubbed her back, which was still trembling with aftershocks.

James, the driver, raised the privacy partition and started the car.

Up front, James gripped the steering wheel tightly. Mr. Cross really doesn't see other people as human sometimes.

The drive from the bar to the villa wasn't long. Isabelle quickly grabbed his wandering hand. Her fingers met the cold metal of his belt buckle and the scorching heat of his skin.

"Damian, have some restraint!" she whispered, her voice barely audible, terrified James might hear.

When it came to this, Damian never listened. He held the small of her back firmly, pulling her even closer against him.

Blushing furiously, Isabelle mustered all her strength to push against Damian, whose desire was burning, who had her pinned down. Is he that desperate or something?

"Cool off a little..." she pleaded, scrambling to the other side of the back seat, her hands clutching the door handle.

I'm not doing this in the car again. I don't want a repeat of last time, where James had to flee and the car needed detailing the next day. It's just too embarrassing.

"Pfft..." A rare, soft chuckle escaped him, making him look almost boyish. She is really scared.

But he didn't press further. He quietly adjusted his clothes. Our relationship is just starting to get better. I can't scare her off by being too demanding.

Isabelle watched him, feeling a sense of wonder. It wasn't often she saw this ice block of a man laugh.

Seeing that he'd stopped, she quickly changed the subject. "Regina asked if we're going back for Christmas."

He paused, the smile slowly fading from his face, replaced by a more relaxed expression. "We will."

"Okay," Isabelle said softly. She wanted to ask more but didn't dare.