Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Heat rushed to Sophia’s cheeks, a furious blush staining her skin. Her hands pressed firmly against Damian’s chest, pushing to free herself, but the library’s hushed silence trapped her―any struggle risked drawing unwanted attention.

Looking down at the furious, blushing girl in his arms, Damian swallowed hard.

A careless smirk played on his lips as his fingers gave her waist a light pinch.

“Who’s the clumsy one now? Can’t even sit still without toppling over. Next thing, you’ll be running to Uncle Julian, crying that I pushed you.”

“I would not!” she hissed, her fists balling up to pummel his chest. He easily caught her wrists, pinning them to her side.

Leaning closer until their breath mingled, Damian tapped a finger on the report spread before them.

“Look at this. Uncited sources, flawed logic. Is this really your best work?”

Her retort died in her throat as she glanced up at the handsome face so close to hers. For a moment, she was utterly speechless. 1/6

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Recovering, Sophia snatched a few pages of his own draft and waved them defensively.

“My work might have flaws, but it’s still better than someone who theorizes without ever setting foot in the actual market for research!”

“That’s called confidence,” Damian shot back, his arm tightening around her.

His other hand pointed to a line in her data. “See here? You’re missing a whole week in your timeline. How did you miss that?”

“Let me see!” The blatant error made Sophia’s face burn hotter. All her focus shifted to the report, her fingers flying to correct

the mistake.

Seizing the opportunity, Damian drew her closer. Together, they hunched over the desk, refining data and polishing the professor’s assigned market analysis long into the evening.

Eventually, her head began to nod with exhaustion. Without a word, Damian draped his jacket over her shoulders and settled. beside her, both drifting into a light sleep at the cluttered table,

Such moments defined their dynamic. He’d insist on paying for her coffee, only to be met with an eye roll. He’d try to carry her backpack, and she’d snatch it back.

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In class, their debates would grow so heated that the professor had to intervene, leaving them sitting stiffly, refusing to look at each other for the rest of the lecture.

When Sophia fell during her first horseback riding lesson, twisting her ankle, she stubbornly refused his help. Damian had simply ignored her protests, hauling her onto his back and marching straight to the campus clinic.

If Sophia and Connor were childhood sweethearts, then Sophia and Damian were archnemeses—a pair destined to clash, true–born rivals.

The shift came the night of Connor’s birthday party. Witnessing Isabelle’s blatant attempt to seduce Damian shattered Sophia. In her heartbreak, Damian finally saw an opening.

That night, confused and vulnerable, they ended up together. The morning after, he proposed. Terrified, Sophia fled to another country. Damian followed, catching up just as local unrest erupted. A stray bullet meant for her found him instead.

As Sophia cradled his slumping body, her tears fell freely onto his blood–soaked shirt. “Damian, are you insane? Why would you do that?”

“Because I love you.”

gritting his teeth against the pain, he pulled her tight into his1

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protective embrace, his voice rough.

“Don’t cry… It hurts more than the bullet when you do.”

It was that life–risking act that finally broke through her defenses. Damian married the girl he’d chased since their youth.

Three years of devoted marriage followed. Then, Isabelle reappeared, holding a certain pendant.

Everything spiraled out of his control.

Yet, even in his darkest reckoning, Damian never imagined this: Sophia returning as another man’s fiancée, wielding her new status like a weapon of vengeance.

The memory of their past sweetness twisted into a dull ache in his chest.

He clenched his fists, the pain hardening into resolve.

“Even if it kills me, I’ll win her back,”

Weston’s low, commanding voice cut through the fog of rage.

“Damian, stand down! You need a clear head now.

“Mr. Julian Hall plays a long game. He may like Sophia, as you suspect, and her actions are likely influenced by him. pu’re noh

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