Semua Bab Love for revenge: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Giselle Lemaire I notice the woman's expression of disgust, which indicates I may go up to my husband's floor, and lowering my gaze, I head toward the elevator. Since I rarely come here, I forget that I’m not welcome in this place either; the treatment from these people is no different from what I get at home.Once I reach the top floor, I bite my lip, bracing myself for the mocking look Paulette, my husband's assistant, always gives me. But to my surprise, her desk is empty, and I let out a sigh of relief—she’s probably in the bathroom, so for now, I’m free of her.I approach Oliver’s large and imposing office, and just as I’m about to knock, I realize the door is slightly ajar, which makes it easy to hear the voices from the other side.“Do you already know the ingredients in the Dubois’ new perfume?” Oliver asks someone.“Yes, Leroy gave them to me just a while ago,” my husband’s assistant replies smugly, leaving me shocked by her lack of ethics in stealing the competition’s upcom

Nathan DuboisI look at the prototype of my upcoming launch, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that, for the first time, the Lefebvres won’t be able to steal my idea. I let out a sigh of relief and set the small glass jar back in its place.“How did you like the container?” the head of production asks me.“I like it. It’s just how I imagined it—really, it’s perfect for the new product.”“I knew you’d like it,” he replies cheerfully.After exchanging a few words and instructing him to start full-scale production, I head to the packaging area to review the final details of the packaging we’ll be using.I check with those in charge to make sure the materials are exactly what I requested, and once I’m done, I return to my office.“Boss, here’s the sales report you asked for,” Scarlett intercepts me as soon as she sees me stepping out of the elevator. “You’ll find the details by product and by region.”“Thanks, Scarlett. Always so efficient and…”“Your dog is waiting in your off

Just like every night before I knew about his betrayal, I lie down in bed—but this time, I make sure to keep as much distance as possible from Oliver, trying to avoid even the slightest contact. The mere thought of his touch makes me feel sick."Why are you lying so far away, Giselle?" he complains as the mattress sinks under his weight."I-I don’t want to hurt you. I know your ribs are still sore.""I don’t care. Get closer," he orders. Just to keep him from suspecting anything, I scoot closer until we’re just inches apart. But it’s not enough—he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me tightly against his body.[…]For the next two days, Oliver insists I stay by his side every moment. And just when I think I won’t be able to sneak away to meet this Nathan guy, Paulette shows up at the house—giving me the perfect excuse to get away from the ever-watchful Lefebvres."Are you done eating?" Oliver asks me."Yes, I’m going to help—""Go to the bedroom and stay there until I come get you