# Chapter 761: The Wine That Washed It All Away
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 761 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." This is one of those chapters that makes your blood boil, then makes you cheer silently as the tables finally turn. So get comfortable, grab a snack, and let's dive into this unforgettable confrontation.
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The arrogance in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Darien’s smirk only deepened as he slid his gaze toward Ellie, letting the weight of his words fall like a challenge. “$336,000... sure you can handle that?”
Even among trust-fund kids, tossing around that kind of money casually was rare. But here was the truth: Ryan and Ellie had never been the type to flaunt their wealth. Their family believed in keeping a low profile, unlike so many business elites who loved showing off at every opportunity. That was precisely why Darien had no idea who Ellie really was. In his narrow, conceited eyes, she was just another rich girl—decent money, but nothing special. She had a nice car, sure, but even that didn’t impress him. What annoyed him most was her frugal tab—always hovering under two hundred thousand while the self-proclaimed "real players" around here dropped millions like loose change. He scoffed at the very thought.
Mollie chimed in, her voice dripping with disdain like poisonous honey. “Of course we're sure! What's with all the questions? Maybe that's a fortune to you, but to Darien? That's just pocket change.”
“Yeah, seriously! Why's she acting so high and mighty, anyway?” another voice sneered.
“Get moving already, would you? Darien’s made his call, and you're just standing there like a fool!”
Ellie’s eyes stayed locked on Darien, unwavering. No flinch. No plea. Just cool, steady resolve.
He waved her off mockingly. “Go ahead.”
Ellie gave a slow nod. “Alright then, just remember—you asked for it.”
She turned and strode confidently toward the bar, her steps firm. But there was something haunting in the air, a sense of finality, like watching someone walk directly into the eye of a storm. When she reached the bar, she leaned in and spoke quietly to the manager. “Open up those two bottles from the reserve for them.”
The manager blinked in surprise. “Miss Cobb, are you sure? Your credit limit is set at two hundred thousand...”
You see, the wine was exquisite—but there weren’t just two bottles in stock. It was simply that Ellie’s personal tab couldn’t exceed that limit. Still, the manager was flustered.
Ellie let out a dry laugh. “Who said it's going on my tab?”
The manager hesitated. “I'm sorry?”
Ellie nodded toward Darien. “Whoever orders, pays. Simple as that.”
The manager’s gaze followed hers, and realization dawned. His face lit up with excitement. “Of course, Miss Cobb, I understand.”
He was thrilled. Ellie might outrank the Gill family in status, but every time she brought Darien here, that man acted like a big shot—only to stick Ellie with the bill in the end. It had rubbed the manager the wrong way for ages. *What a fool*, he thought. *Leeching off the boss’s daughter, and instead of appreciating it, he treats her like a servant. Well, today, he’s in for a surprise.*
Snapping out of his thoughts, the manager hurried to fetch the bottles, personally escorting them back to the group with Ellie in tow.
“Mr. Britt, your wine's ready. Would you like me to pour it now?”
Darien nodded smugly. “Yeah, go ahead.”
The manager moved forward to pour the wine, but Darien raised his hand to stop him. “Wait. No, let her do it,” he said, pointing at Ellie.
The room fell deathly silent.
Ellie stared at Darien, incredulous. Was this a joke? A small fire kindled inside her, burning brighter with every second she looked at his smug face. How had she ever fallen for this guy?
She snorted. “Darien, don’t push it.”
Mollie immediately butted in, her voice shrill. “What's so wrong with it? You should be honored he’s even asking you! Honestly, have you ever even touched a bottle this expensive before?”
“Yeah, exactly! You've probably never been near something so high-class. Maybe the price is scaring you—afraid you'll mess it up?”
“Come on, Darien, why are you keeping her around? Just get rid of her already. Useless.”
A chorus of jeers and taunts followed, only further inflating Darien’s ego. His expression darkened, and he looked back at Ellie, ready to assert his control. “So, are you pouring or not?”
Ellie’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. She laughed coldly. “No.”
Darien shot to his feet. “You really wanna do this, Ellie?”
Mollie quickly tried to smooth things over. “Come on, Darien, let's not ruin the vibe tonight. Who cares if she doesn't pour? Just enjoy the wine.”
The manager, unsure of what to say, went ahead and poured for the group, casting a quick glance at Ellie for approval.
Mollie clung to Darien’s arm, urging him to take a sip. “Let's just enjoy this incredible wine! Wow, this is next level!”
“It's like liquid gold, I swear.”
“Man, how much do you think one sip is worth?”
“This isn’t just wine. It's pure luxury in a glass!”
The compliments swirled around Darien like a golden halo, but Ellie wasn’t even paying attention anymore. She turned to the manager. “They've had their drink. Go ahead and bring over the bill.”
“Right away, Miss Cobb.”
The manager turned to leave, but Ellie stopped him again. “Oh, and grab a few security guards on your way back. We've got someone trying to dine and dash, and this isn’t the kind of bar that lets things slide.”
The manager’s face lit up even more. “Understood!” Finally, he was going to see Darien get exactly what was coming to him. All those times he'd pretended to be the big shot, never paying, while making Ellie foot the bill—it was about time someone put him in his place. Today, the tables were about to turn.
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Meanwhile, over at their table, Erin casually popped another pistachio into her mouth and spat out the shell. She glanced at Keira, puzzled. “What do you think she’s trying to do? If she wants to handle Darien, why not just deal with him directly? What's the point of making him drink her family’s wine? Just seems like an unnecessary step.”
Keira raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and then smiled. “Ellie probably spent a lot of money on Darien, right?”
Erin nodded. “Well, she should get it back!”
Keira's gaze shifted to Mollie. “I bet Darien’s spent quite a bit on Mollie too, maybe even transferred her some money.”
“Then she should get that back, too!” Erin shot back without a second thought.
Keira calmly explained, “But that money was transferred by Darien, not Ellie. She can't use illegal means to reclaim it.”
“That's her money! How's that illegal?” Erin huffed, clearly irritated, her mind still stuck on the looser ways of her upbringing abroad. Life in Crera was so tightly bound by rules and laws that she couldn't understand the restrictions. Back home, people with influence handled things in much darker ways. But here, even the most powerful had to walk the line carefully.
“Cobb family’s in a special position,” Keira added softly.
Erin immediately got the point and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, rules for the rich are different here. In other places, you stay far away from those at the top. But in Crera, it's the opposite—they've got to watch every step they take.” How boring.
Thinking this, Erin shrugged, pulling another handful of pistachios from her pocket and tossing one into her mouth. From the side, Ryan, who had been silently listening to their conversation, cast Keira a brief glance—an unmistakable look of admiration in his eyes. He understood his sister's plans perfectly, but for Keira to see through them so quickly? Impressive. This girl wasn't just smart—she was sharp. His thoughts flashed back to when she'd stood outside his house, blocking him from leaving, and later on, when she'd saved his life. His expression stayed neutral, though. He adjusted his glasses and absently rubbed the prayer beads on his wrist, his eyes lowering as he slipped back into his usual calm, detached demeanor.
Keira seemed to sense something and glanced at him, but when she saw Ryan looking toward Ellie, she dismissed it and turned her attention forward again.
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Two bottles of wine, four people, and they'd nearly emptied both, leaving just a bit at the bottom of one. The group lavished Darien with compliments.
“Darien, you really know how to treat people! This wine's amazing!”
“Over a hundred grand for a bottle, and you don’t even blink. Must be nice to have money, huh?”
Mollie Francis beamed with pride. “Of course! That's just his pocket change.”
Darien laughed. “Drink up! Eat up! Normally, there's a limit when we come here, but today, I'm feeling generous—no limits!”
“You're the best, Darien!”
“We're really getting the VIP experience today!”
Mollie's smile grew as she glanced over and noticed Ellie standing nearby. Grinning, she called out, “Hey, Ellie, want a drink?”
The moment the words left her mouth, the others in the group scoffed.
“Her? What makes her think she deserves any?”
“Exactly. She’s just the maid's daughter. Bet her stomach couldn't even handle wine like this.”
Mollie giggled and looked toward Darien but was surprised when he narrowed his eyes and smirked. “Why shouldn't she? Of course, she’s worthy of it.”
His words left everyone momentarily stunned. Mollie's face darkened, and she stared at Darien in disbelief. “Darien, what are you—?”
Without another word, Darien poured the last of the two bottles into a single glass, walked right up to Ellie, and held it out.
Ellie stared at the man standing in front of her, feeling a wave of sorrow. *Was he finally acknowledging her?* But she'd already seen him for what he was. Ellie chuckled bitterly. He'd done this before—random acts of kindness that made her foolishly forgive his coldness and indifference. This time, though...
As the thought crossed her mind, Darien suddenly raised the glass over her head and, with a quick twist of his wrist, poured the wine straight down onto her.
Red wine dripped from Ellie's hair and ran down her face.
For a moment, she was stunned. Then, she let out a dry laugh. *Of course. What had she been thinking?* This man had always been arrogant, thinking she'd never stop caring for him. He was never going to humble himself to make things right.
That glass of wine washed away the last traces of feeling she had for him.
And at that exact moment, the manager finally arrived—carrying the bill!
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Oh, what a chapter! The tension was absolutely electric from start to finish. Watching Darien strut around like a peacock, treating Ellie like his personal servant while she slowly but deliberately set her trap—it was both infuriating and deeply satisfying. The moment he poured that wine over her head, I wanted to scream! But then, the manager arriving with the bill? Pure poetry. Ellie’s transformation from lovesick fool to cold, calculating queen is written beautifully. The way Keira explained Ellie's strategy to Erin added a clever layer of depth, showing just how smart Ellie’s move was. This chapter was a perfect blend of emotional gut-punch and strategic triumph.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Now that the bill has arrived—with security guards right behind the manager—Darien is about to realize exactly who he's been messing with. I predict he’ll try to brush it off, only to be handed a check for three hundred thousand dollars plus interest. When he tries to argue or put it on Ellie’s tab, he’ll be publicly humiliated as the manager reveals her true standing. Meanwhile, Ellie will walk away from this broken man with her head held high, and Mollie’s mask of loyalty will crumble as she panics about her own losses. Can’t wait to see the fallout!
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