Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 A Drunken Threat

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“Mr. Cross, where’s the fun in me just telling you? You’ll have to discover things for yourself. Otherwise, how would you ever know if the woman you married is an angel or a devil?”

Isabelle had attempted a few times to come clean to him about the Muddlehead identity, but each time, something had conveniently interrupted her.

Now that he was asking directly, she felt simply announcing it would spoil the intrigue. Besides, with Celeste right there, the timing was off. She’d have to wait a little longer.

“A devil–the tempting kind,” Damian said with a low chuckle. He was falling for this woman more deeply with each passing day.

His eyes flicked to Brian, who promptly averted his gaze and took a pointed sip from his glass.

Brian was feeling a pang of guilt.

He knew plenty of secrets–he’d just chosen to keep them to himself.

As the evening began to wind down, Celeste called out to Isabelle.

Damian didn’t linger, instead heading to the car to wait.

“What is it, Ms. Snow?” Isabelle asked, turning to face her.

“I never had the chance to properly apologize for the misunderstanding last time. I’ve been thinking it over, and I felt I should say it to you directly,” Celeste said, arranging a suitably remorseful expression on her face.

“It’s fine. It’s in the past,” Isabelle replied, her tone neutral.

She knew Celeste’s apology wasn’t genuine–it was motivated by fear, now that she knew of Isabelle’s connection to Griffin.

Even more, she was terrified that Isabelle might actually know Muddlehead. If that were true, every bold claim she’d made earlier would make her the laughingstock of their circle.

Isabelle almost wished she would stop claiming a connection–otherwise, the eventual reveal would be a brutal slap in the face.

After exchanging a few more hollow pleasantries, the two women parted ways.

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Chapter 208 A Drunken Threat

Isabelle made a quick stop at the restroom before heading back to the car.

Just as she stepped out, a man reeking of alcohol blocked her path.

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“Hey there, gorgeous. Looking for some company?” the man slurred, his gaze traveling over her with a lecherous grin.

Isabelle’s brow furrowed. She tried to sidestep him, maintaining her distance.

But the man grabbed her wrist, his grip tight, and began pulling her toward a dimly lit service hallway.

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart. Let me show you a good time!”

She’d had a couple of glasses of wine earlier, and her steps weren’t entirely steady. With the man yanking her forcefully, she nearly stumbled.

“Let go of me, you creep!” Isabelle struggled, then swung her free hand, landing a sharp slap across his face!

“You bitch!” The man clutched his cheek, his eyes blazing with drunken rage. “You dare hit me?! I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget!”

Before she could react, he seized her wrist again, pulling her hard against him and starting to drag her down the hallway.

“Get off!” Isabelle drove her elbow into his chest and shoved her palm up under his chin, forcing his head back.

The man released her, raising his hand to strike–but suddenly, a hard leather handbag connected with the side of his head with a sickening thud. Staggering, he crumpled to the floor.

Isabelle stumbled back, her eyes focusing on the woman now standing between them. It was Ashley!

Ashley had intervened.

The man groaned, clutching his head, trying to rise, Ashley didn’t hesitate; she drove the pointed heel of her pump hard into his side.

He cried out in pain, curling into a ball.

Only then did Ashley seem to exhale, her shoulders dropping slightly,

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Isabelle, still breathing heavily, leaned against the wall and stared at her savior.

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Ashley glanced at her briefly, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she picked up her fallen clutch and turned to leave.

Isabelle hurried after her. “Ashley.”

Ashley paused but didn’t turn around.

“Thank you.” Isabelle said, her voice firm.

Ashley gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod, then continued walking away without a single word.

It was as if she had never been there at all.

“Belie!”

Damian came striding down the corridor just then, his pace urgent.

“Damian.” Isabelle said, watching him approach. She met him halfway and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

“What happened?” Damian asked, his hands coming up to cradle her face, his eyes scanning her disheveled hair and shaken expression. Worry etched his features.

“Just some drunk idiot,” Isabelle muttered, the tension finally easing as she buried her face in his chest. “What made you come back in?”

She glanced once more down the empty hallway where Ashley had vanished.

“I saw Celeste leave alone. When you didn’t come out, I got worried,” Damian explained, smoothing her hair. He took her hand firmly in his and led her out toward the exit.

Damian guided Isabelle away from the venue.

Around a shadowy corner, Ashley leaned against the wall, allowing a faint, bittersweet smile to touch her lips before melting back into the darkness.

Isabelle couldn’t puzzle out why Ashley had chosen to help her.

Throughout the entire evening. Ashley had remained on the periphery–a ghost at the feast, barely speaking to anyone, almost invisible.

This version of her was utterly unfamiliar.

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