Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 308

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Summary for Chapter 308: Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt

Chapter 308 – Highlight Chapter from Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt

Chapter 308 is a standout chapter in Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt by Stevie, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.

“Drink.”

Dominic’s gaze was dark and intense as he took the glass from her hand. He downed the wine in one swift motion, his eyes never leaving her face.

Nathan Guthrie let out a low whistle, teasing, “Dominic, that look of yours is a bit much. Are you planning to have Cynthia for dessert with your drink?”

Dominic’s eyes narrowed as he set his glass down, shooting Nathan a warning glance. “Since when were you two so close?”

Nathan faltered under Dominic’s stare, forced a laugh, and shrugged it off.

Cynthia, meanwhile, was still quietly savoring the small victory she’d just won.

But her relief didn’t last long. Dominic soon turned the tables, targeting her with question after pointed question. His inquiries grew increasingly sharp, and even when Cynthia tried to come up with clever, evasive answers in her head, she somehow always ended up responding directly to his point.

The more she drank, the blurrier her thoughts became. Her answers started to slur together, while Dominic only seemed to grow more alert, effortlessly sidestepping every question she tossed his way.

Cynthia had never been much of a drinker, and as the night went on, someone suggested they change the game. She grabbed a napkin, held it up, and waved her hand in surrender.

“I give up, I give up! I really can’t drink anymore.”

The alcohol was starting to go to her head; if she kept going, she’d probably end up making a scene.

The last thing Cynthia wanted was to embarrass herself in front of everyone—and, worse, embarrass her sister.

“Not so fast—three shots before you can tap out!” someone called, and laughter rippled around the table.

Vicky took charge, placing three full glasses in front of Cynthia, her smile sweet but her eyes glinting.

“Cynthia, it’s just tradition. It’s barely a bottle’s worth—down the hatch!”

Cynthia’s nerves frayed. She’d already pushed herself way past her limit tonight, and Vicky, clearly sensing her weakness, was only making things harder for her.