Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 Damian’s Furious Confrontation

Now there was Gary left with nothing.

Sean, dead i

ked grave.

dness.

The mai

If he

engineer a person’s end in countless ways.

ay a hand on her directly, unsure whether Ashley had told anyone about the incident or left behind any tos or videos.

w could bring a world of trouble later.

hat if he truly had been at fault?

ould leave him. She would walk away without a backward glance.

I don’t hold this against you, and I won’t speak of it…” Ashley said, her voice soft and pleading. “You’re married now

loves you deeply. No matter what

gh.” Damian couldn’t stand the sight of her

t now, he didn’t dare let himself thi

is

still

my sister. I would never…”

feigned concern.

of Isabelle, didn’t dare show any vulnerability.

abelle: # Athe

Don’t you dare say her name in front of me! If you had the nerve to let Sophia scheme her way to me before, what makes you

expression was thunderous. above such tactics now?” Damian’s

Brian let out a short, derisive laugh.

Ashley seemed to catch the foul stench of their disgust, their utter contempt.

Inside, she laughed bitterly at her own foolishness.

She had thought that if Damian encountered a situation like this, he would least handle it discreetly, with a measure of calm. She never expected him to react with such ferocity.

He didn’t care about the details or the truth. The look in his eyes held nothing but the desire to erase her

Just how deep was his loat!

ality?

surface. Leave a couple of men to watch her

“No point dragging

sure she doesn’t

Damian gla

cold prag

Ashl

uthlessly cold as well?

intend to do?

with such polished gentility. It was striving to Pende suz

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Chapter 295 Damian’s Furious Confrontation

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“Brian, Damian, you can’t do this+didn’t do anything! You’re the one who came to my room, and now you’re pinning this on me!” Ashley’s voice rose to a ragged shout. “If Isabelle knew what you’re really like, do you think she’d stay?”

Damian’s cold gaze sharpened. A frost seemed to leak from the very edges of his eyes as his stare settled on the disheveled woman.

He rose slowly and walked toward her.

Ashley scrambled backward, hands braced against the couch, trembling violently. Her body shook uncontrollably, her lips drained of color. “What are you going to-?”

Before she could finish, Damian planted one knee on the couch beside her and clamped a hand around her throat. The tendons in his forearm stood out, a stark testament to the force he was applying.

Ashley’s head was forced back, the back of her skull thudding against the couch cushions.

All the words died in her throat. Her face slowly shifted from pale to flushed, then to a worrying shade of dusky red.

Her breathing grew thin and ragged.

Ashley clawed at his wrist with both hands, pounding and hitting, trying to break his focus.

She never should have mentioned Isabelle.

Isabelle was his absolute line.

The men in the room remained motionless.

They knew that even if he ended her here and now, they could still walk out unscathed.

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