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Chapter 618
Chapter 618:
She rose from her chair and walked out of the room, leaning heavily on her cane.
Isolde did not wait for Grayson. She picked up her clutch, stood, and walked out of the dining room. She pushed through the heavy front doors of the estate and stepped out into the night.
The storm had passed, leaving the air smelling of wet earth and crushed pine needles. The cold wind cut across her face, and for the first time all day, Isolde drew a deep, unrestricted breath. The toxic atmosphere of that house was finally behind her.
She walked briskly down the stone steps toward the circular driveway, where the butler had already summoned a black Bentley.
Heavy, rapid footsteps sounded on the stone behind her.
Before she could reach the car door, a large hand clamped down hard on her wrist. Grayson spun her around. His grip was painful, his fingers digging into her skin. His chest was heaving, his eyes wild with a chaotic mixture of suppressed rage, humiliation, and a desperate, terrifying fear of losing her.
“Let go of me,” Isolde commanded, her voice like a cracking whip. She stared directly into his eyes, refusing to show a single ounce of fear. “The performance is over, Grayson p>
T𝘩𝗈𝘶ѕаn𝖽𝘀 𝘰𝖿 𝘳e𝗮𝘥е𝘳s о𝗇
Grayson did not loosen his grip. He stepped closer, his tall frame looming over her in the darkness. “Did you enjoy that?” he hissed, his voice raw and ragged. “Did you enjoy watching her get torn apart in there? Did it make you feel powerful p>
Isolde let out a harsh, mocking laugh. She yanked her arm violently, breaking his grip, and rubbed her reddened wrist. “I simply fulfilled the obligations of your precious Non-Disclosure Agreement,” she said, her eyes flashing with contempt. “I protected the family image. If you were so heartbroken watching your soulmate get humiliated, why did you sit there in silence like a pathetic coward p>
The word hit Grayson like a blow to the stomach. The breath rushed out of him.
He knew she was right. He had stayed silent to protect his CEO title—chosen capital over the woman he had claimed to care for. The self-disgust tasted like bile in his throat. “My mother forced this situation,” he argued, his voice cracking. “I did not want this. I am trying to fix it, Isolde p>
Isolde stepped into his space, her presence overwhelming him. “You are not a king, Grayson,” she said, her words cutting through his ego like a scalpel. “You are a puppet. You sacrifice everything—your child, your integrity, your supposed love—just to keep your seat at the head of a boardroom table. It is repulsive p>
His breathing turned shallow and erratic. The absolute disgust in her eyes was tearing him apart. “I will not sign the release,” he blurted out, panic bleeding into his voice. “I will not lift the NDA. You are not leaving this marriage early p>
Isolde looked at him. A slow, terrifyingly calm smile spread across her face.