Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

A faint smile touched Isabelle’s lips.

She gestured for the server, ordering ten full glasses of DIVA Vodka to be lined up neatly before Olivia.

The high–proof spirit was potent enough to land even a seasoned drinker in the

ICU after ten shots, let alone Olivia.

This was no challenge; it was a thinly veiled death sentence

Isabelle was clearly forcing Olivia to choose: money or her life.

“Drink,” Isabelle purred, her finger

pointing at the glasses.

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Her crimson lips parted like a serpent’s

tongue.

“Ten thousand dollars a glass. What do

you say? Do you dare?”

“I’ll drink,” Olivia said.

Thoughts of her ailing mother, her younger brother in school, and her father struggling at his menial job flashed through Olivia’s mind

All eyes were on her, their gazes tinged with morbid curiosity, as if watching a circus act.

A bitter smile twisted Olivia’s lips.

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one go like a condemned prisoner.

The smooth, fiery liquid scorched her throat, bringing a sting of tears to her

eyes.

She coughed violently, covering her

mouth.

Isabelle remarked with a contemptuous sneer, her voice dripping with icy

mockery.

“That’s nearly

seven–million–dollar–a–bottle vodka, some

of the finest you’ll ever taste.

“Does it really taste that bad? You’re acting like it’s poison. I guess a bar girl wouldn’t know any better. Such a

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The insult itself wasn’t the worst Olivia

had endured.

She’d heard far worse

Clients had asked her price for the night, hurling abuse when rejected, calling her a pretentious tease who’d end up giving it away for free.

But something snapped inside her.

The cold anger that had been simmering finally boiled over.

If she was going to be insulted whether she stayed quiet or fought back, why not fight back?

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Meeting Isabelle’s haughty stare, Olivia spoke calmly, her voice soft yet clear and

resonant.

“You’re right. I may not have your… worldly experience.”

She paused, letting the words hang.

“But how much nobler are you, really? Your only advantage is being born into the right family, starting life in a wealthy family, while others spend a lifetime just trying to get there.

“Strip away the wealth your parents built and the shelter of your name, what would be left of you?”

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but unwavering.

“If we had started from the same place, you might have ended up far worse off than me. So what right do you have to look down on ordinary people?”

“What did you just say?” Isabelle’s ears rang, her body freezing in stunned disbelief.

How dare she?

Growing up within the Anderson family as the cherished darling of Michael and Rhea, she had never known hardship.

Even her accomplished, brilliant older sister, Sophia, had been no match for her manipulations.

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Isabelle had always gotten her way, surrounded by sycophants who indulged

her every whim.

No one had ever dared defy her.

Who did this bar girl think she was, mocking her in front of everyone?

“How dare you speak to me like that!” Isabelle exploded, her temper flaring.

Her hand shot out, aiming a vicious slap at Olivia’s face.

Olivia flinched, squeezing her eyes shut, too startled to react.

But before the blow could land, a hand with distinct knuckles intercepted

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A cold, authoritative voice cut through the tension. “Enough! Stop throwing a

tantrum!”

Isabelle looked up, shocked to find Damian’s face gloomy with stormy anger.

Stop throwing a tantrum.

The phrase echoed hauntingly in her

mind.

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