Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Isabelle gasped for air like a crippled bird, her face flushing from deathly pale to a sickly purple as suffocation closed in.

She scrabbled wildly at Damian’s wrists, her legs kicking aimlessly, pure terror glinting in her eyes. Her lips trembled so violently that not a single plea for mercy could pass them.

Just as Damian was seconds from strangling her to death, Rhea scrambled across the floor, throwing herself at Damian and clinging to his arm for dear life.

Her voice cracked into a hoarse, desperate wail. “Damian! Stop, right now! Have you forgotten Aaron? He sacrificed his life to save yours–he made you swear to protect Isabelle for the rest of your days!”

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The sound of Aaron’s name crashed over Damian like a wave of

ice water. The murderous fire in his eyes flickered, and his iron grip on Isabelle’s throat slackened at once.

Isabelle paid no mind to the shards of glass digging into her skin. She scrambled away in a messy heap, clutching her throat and coughing violently as she fought to draw breath.

Deep purple bruising already marked her neck, but the pain was the last thing on her mind.

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Damian wrenched his arm free of Rhea’s hold, the bloodshot rage in his gaze still smoldering.

He fixed Isabelle with a frigid stare and snarled through clenched teeth. “Isabelle, I’ll ask you one final time–Is that pendant actually yours?”

Unbridled fury threatened to swallow him whole, yet the exchange between mother and daughter had planted a sharp seed of doubt about Isabelle’s identity.

Something felt deeply off, even if he could not yet name what it

was.

Isabelle was still reeling from terror, her face as white as a sheet. She instinctively covered the pendant around her neck, a flicker of guilt darting across her eyes before she forced a steady tone.

“Damian, this pendant was a gift from my mother. Mr. Butler’s first love was her. I’m his goddaughter. Y–You can’t kill me.”

Rhea had only just pulled herself together from her panic,

Hearing Damian’s harsh interrogation, she cut in quickly, her voice raw and ragged. “It’s the truth. I was Aaron’s first love, and that pendant was my 18th birthday present from him. We would never lie to you.”

The panic lurking in Rhea’s eyes did not escape Damian’s notice?

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It only deepened his suspicion.

Malice practically oozed from his gaze as he let out a cold laugh. “What happens if I discover you’ve both been lying to me again?”

Isabelle’s heart plummeted. The throbbing pain in her throat was a brutal reminder of just how dangerous and unhinged this

man was.

If he uncovered the pendant’s real secret, she would die without

a trace.

But death was inevitable either way; lying now would buy her a

little more time.

She would take that secret to her grave before revealing who the pendant truly belonged to.

Rhea held her composure far better than her daughter.

Seeing Damian’s rage begin to ebb, she straightened her features and replied firmly, “Of course we wouldn’t dare lie to you! We’re family, Damian. You were Sophia’s husband, and even though she’s gone, the bond between our two families still stands.”

Damian fell silent for a moment, wiping the blood from his palm with his thumb. His fury melted into cold, sharp calculation as by calmed himself.

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His heavy gaze swept over the two women, and he saw straight through Rhea’s scheming and Isabelle’s guilty nerves. A plan took shape in his mind.

Isabelle had always begged to marry him–he would give her what she wanted.

It would keep her from panicking and acting recklessly, keep her under his nose to uncover the truth about the pendant.

It could also act as the perfect cover to stop the Hall family from suspecting he was still fixated on “Vivian.”

Damian would make Isabelle endure every bit of suffering Sophia had known, and settle all her crimes once he uncovered the full truth. He would give his wife the justice she deserved.

An evil glint flashed in Damian’s eyes. He curled his lip into an icy smile and spoke to Isabelle.

“Isabelle, have you always wanted to marry me?”

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