Lahat ng Kabanata ng Please, Mr Giordano: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“Enough now!” commanded the young man, who surprisedly is Mr. McWood, as he strode past the woman sitting beside him. He stopped in front of Grey, who was glaring timidly at me. “You have no right to talk to her like that!”Grey tore his glare from me, the crowd stiffening in shock. He looked at Mr. McWood, who I vividly remembered as the fashion icon who had dressed me for the wedding. “And who are you?”“Who I am is none of your business, man. I'll tell you one thing: you have no right whatsoever to speak to her in such a dismissive manner!”Grey laughed cockily and waved his hand. “I do what I please, alright? Now step aside and let me teach this murderer a lesson.”A big blow from Mr. McWood landed on Grey’s cheek, his fingers curled together, his glare deadly. Grey, angrily trying to return the blow, was stopped.I shrank back, trying to get away from them, but Lucien’s man held my wrist while another man moved toward them. Why was Mr. McWood doing this? Why was he fighting for a

Moore“What?” I found myself asking, breaking his rules again.How in the world is he expecting me to get the whole vicinity cleaned? I'm so tired.I was made to dance, play games, and pretend to be happy during the party. To make things worse, Dad kept avoiding me too.The party would have been wonderful if I were really marrying for love. It would have been one of the happiest days of my life, but no, it was a disaster. Any chance I had with Madam Isabel? She kept pleading that I behave well so he doesn't ruin our family's reputation.“You don't learn, do you?” Annoying as it should be, I found myself admiring her voice. “I see why you ended up in jail.”Whatever his rules were, I will not sit and watch another woman speak trash about me.“And I see why he chose to marry a woman convicted of murder over you, a prestigious, flawless daughter of the president!”My words got to her. It was evident as she swelled with anger and landed a fierce slap on my cheek.“How dare you!” she groa

Moore.A slight knock on my door woke me up from my sleep. I had been so tired I fell asleep the moment my body hit the bed. Thank God I had gotten rid of the dress and taken a shower before going downstairs to the work assigned to me by Lucien.There's not much clothes in the closet. I had to make do with the dress Emily left behind.The knock came again and forcefully, I pushed myself to the door.I locked myself indoors just so to avoid Lucien from barging in and I can tell he's the one pounding excessively on my door.Why won't he just let me be?I pondered pushing my hands over my face so I could have a clear vision of where I was headed.The persistent intruder stopped, probably aware that I'm already awake and forcing my sore limbs to open up.I got to the door and turned the knob. I was expecting a shove or a hard push, but whoever the person is didn't open up immediately until he's sure I'm steps away from the door.That can't be him.I turned towards my bed, not wanting to b

Moore. “What's this?” I asked, my face furrowed in extreme shock and uncertainty. “Who's the Submissive here?” “Don’t make me punish you, Moore.” His voice declared, causing me yet another shudder as I took my eyes away from the file to glare at him. “l asked you to read and not to ask questions.” I swallowed hard on my Silva, feeling the extreme weight of his words on my stomach. If I can't ask questions, how do I understand what all this meant? “I need to know fully what I'm getting into Mr Giordano.” My voice came out more steadily and somehow, I felt proud for once since I came into this house.I know I was supposed to be getting married, and from the very instance, I knew it wasn't a proper marriage but slavery.I was expecting everything bad but not for once did I imagine myself getting into a cheese burger situation. A situation where I did get eaten mercilessly by a hungry mob. “Read.” Came the blunt reply and I swallowed again, pushing my face to the papers before m

MooreA cleaner to the same woman I believe will find nothing but joy in wrecking me? How absurd.“Haven’t you done enough?” I ran after him, the file clenched tightly in my trembling fingers as I followed him. The cool, sterile air of the hallway did nothing to calm the heat of fear rising in my chest. Not only is he punishing me by asking me to work for his mistress, but he's also going to ruin my family completely?“Enough isn't a word that fits what I'll do to you, Moore. There will never be any pain I inflict on you that will satisfy me.”His voice was low and cold, cutting through me like a knife. If I hated my ex-husband for what he did, it was nothing compared to the hatred this man has for me.His words made me want to curl up in a corner and hide, hide far away from him and his deadly glare. But giving in to fear isn't something I can allow myself to do.I'm afraid of him, no doubt, but I'll never show it. My breaths came shallow and quick, the sound loud in my ears as I tri