Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 160

Gary said, "The company—it's in trouble."

Everyone was stunned.

Of all times, why did it have to happen on Christmas Eve?

Gary suddenly remembered the words Damian had spoken on the phone in the hallway just moments ago. "It's dark now. Time to wrap things up."

That sentence is meant for me.

Damian is going for the kill.

What kind of man has Isabelle gotten involved with?

His mind reeled. Dizzy, his vision swam, and he collapsed.

The private room erupted into chaos.

Nicole stared down at Gary at her feet, gasping for breath. She clutched her stomach, teeth gritted.

A bright red stain was spreading across her white dress. She was miscarrying.

The screams in the room grew louder.

A server who had just entered froze at the sight, then urgently told someone nearby to call an ambulance.

Damian and Isabelle, who had just stepped out to use the restroom, witnessed the scene.

Gary and Nicole were carried out on stretchers by paramedics, passing right by them.

Damian's arm tightened around Isabelle's shoulders.

Isabelle didn't understand, her heart pounding with a strange foreboding.

She looked up at him.

The corner of his mouth was slightly upturned as he glanced down at the woman in his arms, the very picture of a victorious general returning home.

Isabelle understood instantly.

He did this.

"Is it illegal?" she asked.

"Yes, it's illegal," he said.

"Then you..."

"Sweetheart, it was he who broke the law."

Isabelle let out a relieved breath. "Well done."

That night, the two of them stayed together in the spire at the top of the house.

The spire was a small room lined with bookshelves, with a rocking chair and a table in the middle—a quaint, cozy space.

A maid brought up two cups of coffee.

Damian and Isabelle snuggled together.

Outside on Christmas Eve, the world was alight. Brilliant fireworks blossomed in the sky, casting a radiant glow.

Multicolored light streamed through the beautiful stained-glass window, creating a dreamlike scene.

The clock in the castle struck midnight.

Outside, a dense tapestry of fireworks instantly lit up the night.

"Belie, Merry Christmas."

"Damian, Merry Christmas."

In her eyes, am I that cruel?

Then again, considering the Gary situation, maybe I am a little.

If it wasn't him, then it could only be one other person.

The elderly man who took Finley away that day. Good, it wasn't him.

"That's right," he said. "We're law-abiding citizens. We don't do illegal things."

Isabelle lifted her head, propping herself up on an elbow to look down at the man beneath her.

"Is there anything else you're hiding from me?" she asked.

There was a lot about Damian she hadn't asked about. She'd only learned his true identity recently.

"Would I dare?" Damian placed a hand on her waist.

"That Muddlehead... do you remember him?" Isabelle traced his brow.

"Muddlehead? Of course I remember." Damian's brow puckered playfully. "Isn't it a bit of a mood-killer to talk about someone else right now?"

"I..." She hit his chest in mock anger, calling him a beast.

"Shall we?" he chuckled, his voice low and husky.

*****

Early the next morning, the family drove to St. John's Cathedral for prayers.

Regina smiled, "I need to pray properly for you and Damian. Abigail has been married for two years now, and still hasn't given the family a baby."

She held Isabelle's hand as they walked up to the cathedral, chattering the whole way about babies.

Isabelle pressed her lips together, occasionally casting a pleading look toward Damian.

Damian was helping Theodore, the two men chatting about something. He met her gaze and simply smiled.

You handle this.

"Regina, Damian and I aren't planning on having kids yet," she murmured, her face flushing.