Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 A Costly Misstep

“Still wrong. You’re as stiff as a steel beam.” Lucas let go abruptly, watching her stumble backward with no sympathy, only mounting frustration.

He shouted at Weston, “Weston, get over here and teach her, too. Stop wasting everyone’s time.”

Weston set down his wine glass and rose slowly, his refined face still wearing his signature smile, but Olivia saw the malice hidden beneath it.

Sure enough, he chuckled, his tone calm and deliberate.

“Ms. Marshall, don’t fight this. Be obedient, dance freely, and you’ll secure wealth for life and earn Mr. Hall’s trust. Why resist?”

He placed a hand on her slender shoulder, his touch gentle but firm with hidden pressure.

“Look at the girls on screen–how beautifully they smile, how seductively they move. Just copy them, keep the gentlemen happy, and everything will be fine.”

Olivia closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them again, all emotion was gone, replaced by numb acceptance. 1/5

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A sultry smile was painted across her face as Olivia swayed her hips and glanced over her shoulder, doing everything possible to look tempting.

Meanwhile, Lucas returned to the sofa.

Downing a glass of wine in one gulp to quell his irritation, he watched her with a piercing gaze.

He knew she was merely forcing compliance to conceal her true identity.

Little did Olivia know they already knew everything about her.

Not only that–they had laid this elaborate trap for her tonight.

Weston sat back down, too, exchanging a knowing look with

Lucas.

Both were certain no one would escape this night.

The music grew more sensual, heavy bass beats thudding in time with their heartbeats.

The men laughed and drank, the room blazing with decadence and heat.

Lucas‘ gaze fell on one of the dancing girls, and he grinned roguishly.

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Having worked in high–end venues for years, she knew exactly who Lucas Hunt was.

He was famously generous, showering his companions with cars and penthouses on a whim.

Seeing him up close, she was struck by how young and strikingly handsome he was–her perfect dream man.

A bad temper was nothing compared to that face.

She even thought sleeping with him would be worth it, even if she got nothing in return.

Being called over suddenly, Lucy believed she’d caught his eye

and was ecstatic.

She picked up a glass of red wine at once and sauntered over to him, her eyes glowing with unmasked seduction.

“Mr. Hunt…” Lucy purred in a deliberately high, sweet voice.

As she neared him, she purposely stumbled, tilting the glass to spill the wine onto his expensive suit.

Her plan was simple–if she ruined his clothes, she would apologize, fall into his arms, and seduce him into bed.

Bu5Lucy had miscalculated badly.

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dodge her completely.

The wine missed his suit and splashed all over his shiny, luxury leather shoes, staining them.

Lucas‘ face darkened instantly, fury radiating off him.

Before Lucy could react, he kicked her hard.

She flew backward like a broken kite and slammed onto the marble floor, crumpling into a whimpering ball, unable to get

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