Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 94

Chapter 8

Watching him try to play the fragile, wounded pretty boy with that scarred, mangled face–1 nearly gagged.

I pressed a hand to my chest, forcing down the nausea.

“Isabella, you’ve changed so much.”

Damien gazed at me with those fake tender eyes.

Over the past three months, I’d been living like royalty. European skincare products custom–made for me. Designer clothes straight off the runway.

rd transformed into a real heiress.

didn’t care for luxury, but everything my parents gave me was priceless.

Meanwhile, after the Harrington family kicked Damien out, his mansions, his cars, everything of value–his half–brothers stripped it all away without mercy.

le’d fallen from grace. Lost everything.

Now he couldn’t even afford a single rose. Instead, he stood before me clutching a handful of wilted wildflowers from the roadside, thinking he looked

omantic.

Isabella, these three months without you… I’ve been so lonely. So tormented. I reflected on everything. And I finally realized–I’ve been in love with you all

long!”

Yes, I had ulterior motives when I first approached you. But over that year we spent together, I fell for you without even realizing it.”

Your sincerity. Your kindness. I was captivated.”

le suddenly raised the flowers high and dropped to his knees.

Isabella, forgive me. Please. Just give me one more chance. Just one. I’ll prove my love to you–my undying, devoted love!”

Once we’re together, I’ll join Sterling Enterprises. Work for your father with everything I have.”

If you want, Ill even take your last name. Become a live–in son–in–law. Our children–they’ll all be Sterlings.”

stared at him, dumbfounded.

Where the hell did this confidence come from?

laughed coldly.

Damien, are you out of your mind?”

What makes you think I’d ever be with an ungrateful, lying, backstabbing piece of trash like you?”

And what makes you think I’d want some broke, washed up nobody as a live in husband? You think you’re still the golden boy of the Hartington Family?

pulled a compact mirror from my designer handbag and threw it at his face.

‘Do yourself a favor–take a good look. With that face? You couldn’t give yourself away for free.”

‘Am I stupid? Am I blind? What part of you is even remotely worthy of me?”

I tore into him mercilessly.

Damien’s face cycled through shades of gray, green, and purple–like a chaotic color wheel.

Chapter 8

I exhaled sharply, staring down at him with ice in my voice.

“Damien, leave. Now. Because if my father finds out you survived that island and came crawling back here, he won’t let you walk away again.”

Panic flashed in his eyes.

Those three months on the island had carved terror deep into his bones.

His legs buckled. He collapsed onto the pavement.

“No–no, please! I’m leaving! Right now! I’ll never come back again!”

Before the bodyguards even reached him, Damien scrambled to his feet and limped away like a wounded animal.

I watched his pathetic retreat and finally laughed out loud.

The past is water under the bridge. Gone forever.

To make up for the twenty years we’d lost, I spent every waking moment glued to my parents–except when I was studying or sleeping.

Eventually, even they got tired of it.

Desperate for some alone time, they started setting me up on blind dates with eligible bachelors from respectable families–determined to find me a match.

The dates didn’t work out. But at a dinner party one evening, I met a kind, gentle man.

When he politely asked me to dance, I said yes without hesitation.

hree years later, I took over Sterling Enterprises from my father, freeing him and my mother to enjoy their retirement in peace.

he following spring, I married the man who truly loved me.

t was a grand wedding. Fireworks lighting up the sky.

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