Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 55

"Then what about you and Damian? Are you two a perfect match?"

"You don't get to talk about him," Isabelle said through gritted teeth.

"Are you together now?"

His heart ached sharply with cold, piercing pain.

Isabelle didn't answer. She turned and walked toward the car parked not far away.

Damian watched her in the rearview mirror.

"Isabelle." Gary's voice stopped her.

"Do you even know who Damian is? You think you can just waltz into his world?!" Gary's voice grew desperate. "What about the baby? He made you get rid of it, didn't he? What's the point of clinging to him? When he's done playing with you, you'll have nothing left!"

Isabelle stopped walking, her eyes fixed on the car ahead. Inside, Damian watched through the mirror, their gazes seeming to meet in the reflection.

He didn't get out. This ending was for her to write. Only then would it be real.

She let go of her suitcase handle and turned back to Gary.

Isabelle's palm connected sharply with his already bruised face.

"Mr. Peterson," she said, her voice cold and clear. "That was for you. Next time we meet, don't act like we're all that close. My husband doesn't like it. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to release those disgusting videos of you and Nicole."

Gary stood frozen, realizing she'd truly given up on him.

"And one more thing," she continued, her words slicing through the cold air. "If you have any decency left, don't abandon Nicole. She's carrying your child. If the merger between the Gale and Peterson families falls through because of you, your family's legacy probably ends with you, doesn't it? Stop wasting your time on me. Think about your child. Think about your family. Don't make me despise you any more than I already do."

With that final blow, she turned and walked back to her suitcase without a glance behind her.

Damian's Adam's apple bobbed. He opened the car door and got out. The trunk slowly lifted. He took the suitcase from her, placed it inside, and closed the lid. Then he took her hand and led her to the passenger seat.

He didn't get in immediately. Instead, he rested an arm on the roof of the car, adjusted his glasses with his other hand, and fixed his gaze on Gary in the distance.

A chill shot down Gary's spine, and his legs went weak. Even through the lenses, he could feel Damian's intimidating presence. It wasn't an act.

A look of sheer disdain flickered across Damian's face. He turned and slid into the driver's seat.

The moment he sat down, a wave of warmth pressed against his chest. She had buried herself against him, her body trembling with silent sobs.

The privacy partition slid up.

Damian held her tightly, one hand stroking her hair.

How could a man like that be interested in her? Were they really together?

As long as I become powerful enough, strong enough to withstand my family's gossip, or wealthy enough... I could keep her too.

Damian has no real feelings for her. But she and I have five years of history. My chances are still better.

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