Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 Do Not Struggle

There was no time for further speculation, not with the current tension hanging thick in the air.

For all his lustful tendencies, Ellis knew better than to cross a direct order from Lucas. Even if Olivia was only there to be tormented, she was still off–limits to him.

Reluctantly, Ellis let go of Olivia’s wrist, the soft smoothness of her skin still lingering on his fingertips.

He forced a casual air, slinging an arm around the waist of one of the nearby girls and snapping in clear frustration, “Get out of my sight, now.”

The sudden shove nearly knocked Olivia off balance.

She rubbed at her reddened wrist, her heart finally settling back into her chest, only to be replaced by a wave of bafflement.

She had never expected Lucas to step in.

The same man who had pushed and humiliated her all night long had quietly intervened at the critical moment.

Her gaze flicked toward him, only to find his attention already elsewhere.

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The same arrogant, unconcerned expression rested on his face, as if he had played no part in her rescue.

Only the slight clench of his fingers betrayed the irritation simmering beneath his calm exterior.

Lucas could not explain his own reaction. The second he saw Ellis‘ hands roaming over her, his mind had flashed unbidden to

Amelia.

Perhaps it was Olivia’s soft, pleading tone that reminded him too much of Amelia.

It was absurd–why should he care what happened to Olivia? He had no business softening toward her.

Weston shot him a quick glance, a faint smile appearing on his face as he took a slow sip of wine, choosing not to call attention

to the moment.

Knowing Lucas inside out, Weston recognized his stubborn heart beneath the sharp tongue–the undisputed king of bluster. Even if denied, those true feelings always had a way of slipping through the cracks.

The sharp sound of Lucas‘ voice cut through the room, his icy gaze piercing Olivia as he issued a command. “What are you standing there for? Get over here.”

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Lucas leaned back against the sofa, tilting his chin toward an elegant crystal glass set on the table before him. “Pour the wine and drink with me.”

Disobedience was not an option; she knew all too well the price of crossing this man.

Steadying herself, Olivia squatted down, picked up the bottle, and filled the glass to the brim.

“Drink,” Lucas ordered, his voice flat and unemotional.

Without hesitation, Olivia tilted her head back and swallowed the entire serving.

The sharp, burning liquid scorched her throat, triggering a fit of harsh coughs.

“That’s how you drink with someone?” Lucas let out a cold scoff. He reached out abruptly, curled his fingers around her wrist, and pulled her roughly onto his lap, his tone dripping with mockery.

“This isn’t how you keep someone company.”

Horrified, Olivia’s entire body jolted as if burned. She struggled frantically, pressing her palms flat against his chest and staring up at him with pure panic.

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She had not fought half as hard against Ellis‘ unwanted

advances.

Did she really think he was less worthy of her attention than that sleazy man?

The thought was infuriating.

Lucas‘ eyes turned frigid, his grip on her waist tightening to a crushing pressure.

He leaned in close to her ear, his voice icy and threatening.

“Can’t? Don’t forget who you are and why you’re here. You’re here to prove your loyalty, not to act like some pure, untouchable saint.”

A low, cruel chuckle rumbled in his throat, his tone darkening

further.

“Are you afraid to be near me because you’re hiding something? Or do you think I’m not good enough to touch you?

“Did you forget how desperate you were for money when you played piano at the Platinum Palace club? Or are you just guilty of being a fake?”

With a pale face, she froze completely,

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sharp and mocking.

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