Married with My Ex-Fiancé's Nemesis on the day of broken up

Standing in the luxurious VIP suite of the club, Isolde Montgomery clutched the handle of her handbag, looking humble and meek. Her father was in the ICU, and her brother had been personally sent to prison by her fiancé, Eric Brooks. The Montgomery family had fallen into disgrace, and all of her relatives avoided her. Now, Isolde Montgomery was helpless and heavily in debt. If she couldn't secure financing soon, even Genesis Construction, founded by her father, would fall into Eric Brooks's hands. The Wall Street investment banking tycoon in front of her was her only hope. "Help you?" The man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window slowly turned around. "Why should I help you, Miss Montgomery?" The neon lights outside cast a faint golden halo around the man's silhouette. The man standing by the window had exquisite, deep-set features and an icy demeanor. With such a face, even top celebrities in the entertainment industry would pale in comparison to him. Seeing his face clearly, Isolde Montgomery's heart tightened sharply. She never expected that the renowned Wall Street tycoon, LION, was actually Thorne Bennett, the legendary figure from Trinity School. After Seven years, the once handsome youth had shed his youthful innocence. The air of authority exuded naturally from him, chilling the depths of one's soul with just a faint presence. Isolde instinctively took a step back, almost unable to resist the urge to turn and flee. But she couldn't escape. Now, she was the only one left in the Montgomery family. Thorne Bennett before her was the only person who could help her, and the only one brave enough to do so. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin. "As far as I know, Mr. Bennett, you're planning to develop your career in the country. Genesis Construction would be your best choice. If Mr. Bennett is willing to cooperate, I can hand over all my Genesis shares to you for free." There was no ripple on the man's handsome face, his tone indifferent. "As far as I know, Miss Montgomery is currently burdened with debts. Whether you can hold onto that 10% stake in Genesis Construction is still up for debate. Furthermore, how can I be sure this isn't a trap set by you and Eric Brooks?" Hearing the name Eric Brooks, Isolde's heart instantly tightened. From high school to college, Eric Brooks had pursued her for four years. At that time, Isolde foolishly thought he genuinely liked her. Now she understood, all the sweet words were just empty promises. Her once-trusted brother was nothing but a scumbag. Thinking of her father in the ICU and her brother in jail, Isolde Montgomery could barely breathe. If it weren't for her relationship with Eric Brooks, perhaps the Montgomery family wouldn't be in this mess. "We've already broken up." Ping— Thorne Bennett twirled the long fingers holding the wine glass. The ice cubes in the whiskey clinked against the glass, creating tiny dark golden ripples. Isolde took a step forward. "If you help me, I can... do anything for you." Now, besides herself, she had nothing else to negotiate with him. This was her last card. Thorne raised an eyebrow, his eyes swirling with hidden currents. "Anything?" Isolde pursed her lips. "Anything!" "Good." Thorne walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat behind the desk. "Then please, Miss Montgomery, prove it to me." Prove it? "How do you want me to prove it?" Thorne Bennett took a shallow sip of the wine, staring at her face over the desk for a moment. Lips pursed, Isolde took a step closer. "I need you to... kiss me." Isolde's breath hitched. Her hands clenched and released, then clenched again. Stepping forward, she stood in front of Thorne. The man leaned back in his chair, his thick eyelashes shading the light in his eyes. As she stared at his face, his gaze seemed inscrutable. She dared not meet his eyes, reaching out to support his shoulder, slowly bending down. Her gaze fell on his lips, and Isolde hesitated. For her brother, for her father, for the Montgomery family... She lowered her head and pressed her lips against his. She was inexperienced. In three years of dating Eric, the most they did was hold hands and hug. Whenever he tried to be intimate, she would inexplicably feel nervous and reject him. This was the first time she had kissed a man of her own accord. Nervous, Isolde's lips trembled. Rather than a kiss, it felt more like a touch. Thorne leaned back in his chair, as cold as a statue. The fingers holding the crystal wine glass remained motionless. "After all these years, did Eric never teach you how to kiss?" His tone was full of mockery. Realizing he was just playing with her, Isolde bit her lip, stood up abruptly, and rushed towards the door as if to flee. Just as her right hand grabbed the doorknob, a hand suddenly reached out from behind, grabbing her wrist. In the next moment, she was pushed against the door. The man's kiss came down, his lips cold, tinged with the fiery taste of alcohol. That kiss was dominant, with a hint of punishment, almost suffocating her. Her body pressed against the door, tightly entwined with his. Behind her thin autumn dress, his body temperature was scorching. His coat slid down his arms, and her handbag dropped. Isolde's legs went weak, almost unable to stand. His large hand gripped her delicate neck, Thorne's forehead pressed against hers. Breathing heavily, his voice husky. "That's a kiss." Isolde could only manage to take a breath before he sealed her lips again with a kiss. His hand slipped under the wool sweater, the palm scorching against her skin. Instinctively, Isolde reached out and grabbed his hand through her clothes. "Regretting it?" His voice echoed in her ear. "No... no!" Isolde gasped, "Can you slow down... it's my first time." Whether it was because of her words or Isolde's illusion, the man's movements seemed gentler than before. He no longer bit and teased her, but it was still uncomfortable. Every touch of his sent shivers down Isolde's spine. It was as if an invisible hand was teasing her nerves, making her uncontrollably feverish and weak... His kiss bit into her neck, Thorne's voice slightly muffled. "You never slept with Eric Brooks?" "No... I haven't." "Good girl!" Her heart pounded in her chest, blood rushing in her ears. She couldn't quite catch the last sentence. "What did you say?" Thorne said nothing. Suddenly, he took a step back, releasing her. Isolde leaned weakly against the door, like a stranded fish. Breathing heavily, she looked at him with confusion. He suddenly stopped, and Isolde couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Was it because he despised her lack of experience, and found her too boring? Grabbing the glass on the table, Thorne drank the wine in one gulp. When he turned his face again, he had returned to his previous indifference. Completely different from the man who had just pressed her so wantonly. Except for the lipstick still staining the corner of his lips. Isolde almost doubted if what had just happened was her imagination. "I can cooperate with you, but... I have one condition." "What condition?" His sexy lips opened and closed, slowly uttering four words. "Marry me"