40

Two men in uniforms were carrying armloads of luxury shopping bags into the house when Chase finally lost it.

He threw her fur coat to a corner not caring where it landed.

“I am done tolerating this!! The nerve of this woman” Chase roared.

His voice echoed up to the high ceilings.

“Giselle! Get down here right now!” He roared even louder.

Amelia appeared from the dining room looking terrified. “Sir? Did you call for me?”

“Did you hear your name you dumb fuck!” Chase asked harshly. “Did you fucking hear me call your name?”

“Chase, do not speak to her like that!” Richard condemned from where he was, “And stop yelling!”

“At this point, you dont get to tell me what to do or how to react dad! It’s obvious you have picked sides with giselle” He headed for the stairs. He didn't care if Richard was watching.

He didn't care if the staff was listening. He was going to reclaim his authority once and for all.

“Chase… do I have to fucking teach you everything? Get back here!” Richard yelled, following behind him.

“Giselle!” Chased screamed again as he reached the landing. “You better have a damn good explanation for this!”

He reached her bedroom door and kicked it open, slamming it shot and locking it before his dad could get close.

Giselle was sitting in all her vanity with a restrained kind of calm. She was calmly painting her nails a deep shade of red. She didn't even turn around when the door hit the wall.

“You do know you shouldn’t be taking your anger out on the poor door.” She said. Her voice was cool and steady. “Dont you have meetings to tend to at work? I mean thats your usual excuse for not being around at this time or did the meetings end sooner than expected?”

Chase marched over to her and grabbed her wrist. He yanked her hand away from the nail polish. “Give it to me.” He hissed. “Give me the platinum card right now.”

Giselle finally looked at him. Her eyes itching to tear up but she tried her best to hold them in. She looked cold as fuck. Her eyes were empty.

“You're hurting my wrist Chase.” She said softly. “And you're going to smudge my polish. That would be a shame after I spent so much on the bottle.”

“Thirty million dollars!” He screamed. “You spent thirty million dollars in an hour! Who do you think you are?”

“I am your wife, at least for the time being.” She reminded him. “And as you told me the night you asked for a divorce, that I was too plain for your liking I decided to enjoy myself a bit. I have been a very foolish wife for not spending your money especially when you gave me the black card those times to get groceries. Well I decided to treat myself with my husbands money. I decided to stop being cheap. Do you like the dress I am wearing? It’s hand stitched.

“You are a thief! I will have you arrested!” Chase roared.

“On what grounds?” She asked. She pulled her wrist free and turned back to the mirror. “I am your legally married wife, you granted me permission to use the card and even made me a signatory on that account. You made sure of that when we were in a false loving marriage. If you want to talk about theft let's talk about the years of my life you stole while you were off with your mistresses. I think thirty million is a very fair down payment on the debt you owe me.”

Chase stood behind her shaking with a rage so intense he couldn't speak. His eyes met his own reflection in the mirror. He looked frantic, like a fool. She looked like an empress.

“I promise I will kill you Giselle” He whispered.

Giselle smiled “No you won't sweet heart. Because if anything happens to me your father will strip you of everything. And we both know you love your money more than you hate me. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to pick out an outfit for tonight’s dinner.“

She turned away from him leaving him standing in the middle of the room surrounded by the spoils of her rebellion.

“And about that card…you will get it back when I want you to” she finally said from a distance.