Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 A Loyalty Test

The same old tricks–playing the victim, acting weak.

If this had been the old Lucas, he might have melted at her fragile, helpless expression.

But the man standing before her now was broken beyond repair, betrayed and abandoned by his first love.

No woman’s manipulation worked on him anymore; it only fueled his disgust.

Sure enough, Lucas‘ frown deepened. He roughly let go of her jaw and snapped in anger.

“I suggest you know your place and stop pushing your luck.”

He stepped back and lifted a hand. Moments later, a burly, clearly trained guard stepped forward and handed him a leather whip.

Lucas took it and tapped it lightly against his palm in a steady rhythm, a cruel smile on his face. “Anyone who doesn’t obey will lick the floor clean.”

With that, he snapped the whip through the air, slamming it against the coffee table. Fruit bowls crashed to the ground with a

a thud.

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whatsoever.

The dancing girls froze and fell down in fear at once, their voices shaking violently.

One timid girl sobbed, “Mr. Hunt, we’re sorry! We’ll be good- please don’t be angry!”

The other men in the room watched without surprise, their expressions indifferent.

Lucas‘ infamy as a volatile playboy was legendary, and his capricious moods were nothing new to those around him.

Glass in hand, Weston stepped forward and gripped Lucas‘ wrist, offering a performance of appeasement. “Lucas, play nice. You’re scaring the ladies.”

Lucas put the whip away with a casual smile, slipping back into his charming playboy persona. “Get up. The floor’s cold.”

Weston’s voice remained warm as he added, “Back to dancing, all of you.”

The girls scrambled to their feet and resumed their performance, relieved to be spared.

Then, Weston turned his gaze back to Olivia, his tone calm but laced with threat.

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raise will follow, and Mr. Hall will trust you even more.”

He paused for emphasis. “Refuse tonight’s orders, and you will not like the consequences.”

Olivia’s nails dug into her palms, the sharp pain jolting her back to reality.

This was a trap. From the corner of her eye, she had spotted numerous hidden guards in the room.

Fighting back would be useless with her limited self–defense skills; it would only lead to worse humiliation.

She had no choice but to endure. Resisting would only stoke Lucas‘ desire to conquer her, making his cruelty even worse.

Thoughts of the man she secretly loved for ten years filled her mind. She forced all her humiliation, rage, and panic deep down inside.

She had never dared confess her feelings to Julian, knowing his heart belonged to another woman he had loved for over a decade.

She had once seen a photo of that girl, who bore a faint resemblance to her, but with eyes far clearer and purer–the kind of innocence only someone raised in love could possess. 3/5

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no matter how hard she tried.

When she had been seventeen, fleeing for her life across Northern Europe like a beggar, Julian had appeared like a god

and saved her.

Olivia had clung to him desperately, believing he was her salvation–only to realize it was just another form of control.

This time, he had sent her to seduce Damian, the man at the very top of New York’s elite.

Gods did not save mortals, she finally understood. They merely controlled them in different ways.

But she loved Julian. She would do anything he asked, even if it was meaningless.

If he wanted it, she would endure everything gladly.

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