Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108

Isabelle frowned, rubbing her nose with a soft, pained whisper. “That stings.”

The man beside her gave his glass a careless swirl because of the impact, sending a splash of expensive liquor onto his designer shirt.

Isabelle didn’t so much as glance at the stain, offering only a detached, icy look before turning to walk away.

A low, incredulous laugh escaped him.

Before she could take another step, a powerful hand shot out and clamped around her wrist, the grip bruising and unyielding.

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“What

You doing? Let go of me!”

Her face paled with fright as she struggled uselessly against his iron hold.

A cigarette dangled from his lips, a roguish smirk playing on them.

He drawled, his voice a deep rumble, “Well, well. If it isn’t the untouchable Ms.

Isabelle Anderson.

“What’s got you so down in the dumps tonight?

“Slumming it here all alone… looks like someone got her heart broken.”

He leaned in, his breath laced with

tobacco, washing over her.

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“Eyes all puffy from crying. How pitiful.”

Humiliation and anger flared within her.

She jerked her head up to glare, but the words died in her throat the moment she

recognized him.

The commotion had drawn the attention

of several men from a nearby booth.

They moved as one, forming a loose but impenetrable circle around her, cutting off any escape.

Emerging from her daze, Isabelle gazed at the leader’s sharply handsome, arrogant face.

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With rugged features and piercing eyes, he had a faint scar hidden beneath his short fringe.

It was a souvenir from the racing circuit.

Sebastian led New York City’s most formidable drift racing team, “Gale

Force.”

The memory of Elaine’s memorial drift race slammed into her.

She had sabotaged him, slipping something into his electrolyte drink.

That left him too weak to even start his engine, forcing a humiliating withdrawal.

With her strongest competitor gone,

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championship had fallen into her lap.

Sebastian had known it was her before

the race even ended.

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Only out of respect for Veridian Group, the event’s primary sponsor, and because of how fiercely Damian shielded her, had he swallowed his rage

He’d watched the videos of Damian’s

lavish drone–show celebration for her victory later.

The sight fueled his fury until he’d smashed a television with an ashtray.

And now, by some twist of fate, Isabelle was here alone.

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The air grew thick and tense.

Isabelle demanded, her voice trembling despite her attempt at bravado.

“W–What do you want? Don’t you dare touch me. Damian will make you regret

it.”

Sebastian flicked a lighter open with a sharp click and lit his cigarette.

He took a long drag before blowing the smoke directly into her face, making her cough.

“Ooh, we’re terrified. So where is this Damian of yours, then?”

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flushing with a mix of irritation and the sting of the smoke.

She couldn’t finish the sentence.

One of his crew leaned in, whispering into Sebastian’s ear.

A slow, triumphant smile spread across Sebastian’s face as he listened.

He raised an eyebrow, his laugh a short, derisive sound. “Ms. Isabelle Anderson,

word is your Damian left tonight with another woman on his arm.

“Seems he’s done with you. Left you here all by your lonesome.

The words were a direct hit to her already

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Her eyes welled up, the sting in her nose returning.

She took a shaky breath and shoved against his chest with all her might.

“That’s none of your business! Get out of my way!”

Sebastian’s smile turned predatory.

Her push was laughable, no more effective than a kitten’s paw.

“If he doesn’t want you, Ms. Isabelle Anderson, you can keep us company.”

In one swift motion, he tightened his grip on her wrist and yanked her backward.

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Isabelle stumbled, losing her balance, and crashed directly into his lap on the plush booth seating.

“Let me go!” she shrieked, thrashing wildly.

Her struggles only pressed her body more firmly against his.

The thin, delicate fabric of her designer dress brushed against the heat of his chest, and a sudden, charged stillness

seized them both.

Their breaths mingled in the dim light, the atmosphere shifting into something ambiguous and heavy

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desire.

His eyes darkened, gaze intensifying.

He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a rough command. “Stop. Moving.”

Isabelle looked up, meeting his eyes.

The raw, unbridled possessiveness she saw swirling there froze the blood in her

veins.

Her protests died instantly. Fearfully, she squeezed her eyes shut and went utterly

still.