Chapter 11 — Don't ever dream, little girl!

"So..." Leon took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Giselle, who was only a few inches away from his face.

"...it will never happen!"

Leon pushed Giselle's body hard. The girl fell to the floor with a thud, her waist hitting the side of the small table hard.

“Ouch!” Giselle winced, holding her sore waist. “Damn you!”

Leon didn’t care. He turned away, leaning against the pillow, breathing heavily.

“I warned you not to disturb me,” he whispered softly, his voice hoarse yet sharp, “Don’t ever think you’ll succeed in controlling me! You’ll never succeed in this marriage contract, little girl! You won’t get the bonus my mother promised you. Do you understand? Just because you’ve seen it and touched it doesn’t mean you can have it or enjoy it!”

“I won’t give up, Mr. Leon,” Giselle replied, sitting on the floor. “To get the bonus from Mrs. Hansel, I’ll do anything to make a cruel man like you fall in love with me!”

“You’re too confident, Giselle?!” Leon glanced at her briefly. “Better give up. I’ll pay two billion, as long as you go far away and never show your face to me again!”

Giselle snorted. “Hah? Two billion? That’s too little, Mr. Leon. Besides getting a big bonus after I successfully get pregnant and make you fall in love, Mrs. Hansel will pay me three billion every month!”

“What are you talking about? My mother would dare to pay that much for a cheap girl like you? That’s ridiculous!” Leon shook his head, unable to believe that his mother would spend so much money on this contract marriage.

"Enough, I’m tired of arguing with you, Mr. Husband. Wait for the next surprise from me, okay." Giselle could still smile and look fine, even though her waist hurt terribly.

Then, Giselle limped toward the door. But before her hand touched the doorknob, a soft voice came from behind.

“…Giselle.”

The girl stopped. “What else?”

Leon didn’t answer. Only heavy breathing and a suppressed groan.

“You’re a devil,” Giselle whispered as she walked out and slammed the door shut. “I hope I can make him fall in love. It’s been a year with Mrs. Hansel. Why did I agree to do it in three months? That’s too fast! What if I fail? No, I can’t fail.”

Meanwhile…

A luxurious European-style mansion on the outskirts of the city. The former home of Giselle’s family—now owned by Dirly.

Dirly sat comfortably on the dark leather sofa, one hand holding a glass of wine, the other arm wrapped around Aura’s waist—his new, spoiled girlfriend.

“So… do you think Giselle has married Mr. Leon?” Dirly asked, sipping his wine slowly.

Aura giggled, then rested her head on Dirly’s chest. “Married? Please… There’s no way Leon De Santos would want a girl like Giselle.”

“Yes, but at that time, when Giselle kissed Mr. Leon’s lips, Mr. Leon remained silent. And he even carried Giselle into the car?”

Aura bit her lip, then looked at Dirly while playing with the collar of her shirt. “Maybe Mr. Leon accidentally met Giselle on the street… Then pretended to be her husband for protection.”

“Protection from whom?” Dirly furrowed his brow.

“From you, of course,” Aura replied with a mischievous laugh. “You’ve already deceived him into handing over his wealth to you, haven’t you?”

Dirly fell silent. Then he smiled thinly. “Yes, you’re right. It’s impossible for Mr. Leon and Giselle to have a relationship.”

Aura leaned in close, just inches from Dirly’s face. “Yes, it’s impossible for Mr. Leon, who’s famous for being cold, cruel, and unaware of love, to suddenly choose a girl like Giselle.”

Dirly smiled comfortingly. Aura smiled teasingly, then kissed Dirly’s lips. Dirly returned the kiss without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Giselle sat in the kitchen, holding a hot cup of tea while slightly frowning as her waist moved.

“Crazy... this really hurts,” Giselle whispered. “Leon is really over the top. But I can’t give up so easily, for the sake of my family’s inheritance, which is now in the hands of that cunning man!”