Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 153

His words carried a deeper meaning.

Damian hung up, pondering what Brian had said.

Good wine should be savored slowly.

A faint smile touched his lips.

It seems there are still things about my wife that I don't know.

Brian ended the call and opened his WhatsApp chat with Isabelle.

He typed, "Hey, your husband wants to dig into your past."

It was already noon when Isabelle came out.

Ashley had smiled as she left, but the moment the door closed, Ashley's smile faded.

Her face turned pale and cold again.

The pain of losing my mother, the bitterness of having the man I love taken away...

How could I ever let that go?

Seeing Damian leaning against the wall outside, Isabelle carefully took his hand. "Let's go."

Damian held her hand tight. This was the first time she had initiated contact so naturally.

He kept rubbing his thumb over her soft palm all the way to the car, reluctant to let go even when they got inside.

Once seated, Isabelle got a message from Daisy. "You and Damian are married?"

She replied, "Yeah."

The news had probably reached Daisy, too.

Adelina must have given her a dramatized version of last night's events at the banquet.

Daisy texted, "This isn't good. Everyone's saying Damian's keeping a mistress. You might not care about reputation, but he does. It's embarrassing for me, too."

She felt utterly humiliated.

How awkward. The real wife was right there, and I, not knowing, went and started a fight.

All because Isabelle wanted to keep things private, and Damian hadn't said a word, even when talking with Adelina.

Isabelle pressed her lips together and glanced at Damian, who was driving.

Sensing her look, Damian glanced back. "What's up?"

"Nothing." Isabelle didn't have the heart to ask, but she felt sure he'd be upset.

Last time, when she called Collin because she wasn't feeling well, Damian had been angry for ages.

*****

In a secluded lighthouse by the sea, Christian sat on a black chair, legs apart, hands resting on his cane. His wrinkled eyes were fixed on the man before him.

Finley knelt in front of Christian, his legs trembling.

Two bodyguards stood beside him, holding clubs. They hadn't started yet, but Finley was already terrified.

Finley struggled, kicking up clouds of dust.

Christian ordered, "Break his leg. Don't shatter it completely. Let him heal most of the way, then I'll break it again. We'll keep at it until my daughter comes home."

He scoffed in disgust, stood up, and walked toward the car parked by the roadside.

The year Finley threatened Caroline, she ran away from home.

She never came back, and all contact stopped.

They had all thought Caroline couldn't bear the shock of Finley's marriage and was no longer in this world.

Turned out, this scumbag was behind it.

Over the past twenty-plus years, Christian had climbed from a small-time trader to the top of the internet industry.

Crushing Finley would require no effort at all.

Sitting in the car, windows shut, Christian could still hear the muffled screams from the lighthouse, the sound trapped behind that rag.

He took out his phone, looked at a photo of Isabelle, and recalled the scene at the hospital earlier.

Christian smiled slightly.

My granddaughter... She looks gentle, but she's tougher than I imagined.

*****

Damian sat across from Isabelle, adding ingredients to the fondue pot. He placed a freshly cooked piece onto her plate.