All Chapters of Love for revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Oliver I watch as Giselle turns around and, hand in hand with that miserable bastard Dubois, walks away from me—completely ignoring my command to come back. I take a step forward to go after them when a hand stops me.“What are you doing, Oliver?” my mother demands, clearly agitated.“I’m going to take my wife back and—”“That filthy whore will never set foot in my house again,” she snaps, her eyes full of hate as she glares at the woman disappearing from view. “We might as well call off the rest of the event. Thanks to that wretched woman, the launch is ruined.” She sighs and covers her face with one hand, her gaze drifting toward the reporters still watching us.“Paulette, make the announcement that the event is over,” I order my assistant.“I… I can’t do that. Don’t you see what she did to me? How I-I look in front of everyone now because of that tramp?” she sobs, wiping away a tear sliding down her cheek.“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll handle it,” my mother steps in, squeezing Pa

Giselle Like a habit forged over nearly eight years, I wake up at six in the morning. Sleep refuses to come back, so I take a shower and rummage through the clothes Nathan’s driver lent me, searching for something that covers my arms—the bruises Oliver left are still visible.When I step out of my room, I realize I’m the only one awake. As a gesture of gratitude, I decide to make breakfast for Mr. Kalet.I head to the kitchen and, careful not to make too much noise, open the cabinets one by one. I gather everything I need to cook: French toast, scrambled eggs, a Spanish omelet, some coffee, and in case he doesn’t like something so strong in the morning, a glass of orange juice.A little over an hour later, the kitchen door creaks open. The apartment's owner steps in and stares at the small table like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.“What is all this, Mrs. Giselle?” he asks, scanning the room.“I-I just made you breakfast,” I reply.“Why?”“To say thank you. Does it bother you?” I

Nathan As soon as I step into the office, I frown at the sound of whispers trailing behind me. But since I brought this on myself, I bite my tongue and pretend I’m not bothered by being the center of office gossip."Good morning, boss!" Scarlett greets me the moment I appear in her line of sight. She sounds as polite as ever, but I can tell from her look—half disbelief, half judgment—that she can’t quite wrap her head around me getting involved with a married woman. And not just any married woman—Lefebvre’s wife."Morning, Scarlett. Come to my office. I need your help with a few things."Without another word, she follows me in. Once the door closes behind her, she looks at me expectantly."Just say it. I hate that you’re looking at me like everyone else," I mutter, tossing my briefcase aside."How could I dare comment on your private life?" she says, feigning innocence."Don’t lie. We’ve known each other for years. I know you’re dying to say something."I raise a brow at her, and the

“What did you just say?” I ask, even though I heard her loud and clear—and the photos in my hands are more than enough to confirm her words.“As I said, Lefebvre tried to assault his wife.”“What the hell do you mean that happened?” I growl, standing up, already thinking of going after that bastard. I’d never do something like that to a woman. “Where did you get these photos?”“I thought you already knew. That’s why I assumed you asked me to take the case,” she murmurs, visibly uneasy. “Mrs. Giselle’s gynecologist contacted my assistant. Along with the photos, she sent a medical report detailing the injuries.”“I had no idea. Giselle never mentioned anything to me,” I mutter, feeling like a goddamn idiot. That day, right before her appointment, I hurt her—with my doubts, my baseless accusations… completely unaware of the pain she was already carrying. Now I finally understand her reaction.“What exactly happened? I want the full story. Everything.”“Just as you asked, I scheduled a me

Days LaterI look at myself in the mirror, and when the green-eyed woman stares back at me, I still can’t believe we’re the same person. I look like someone completely different. Honestly, I almost dare say I look… beautiful today. I lift my hand, instinctively reaching for my face, but before I can touch it, the makeup artist gently pushes my hand away.“Don’t touch. The makeup’s still fresh, and you might smudge it. Surprised to see yourself looking this gorgeous, huh?” she says with a kind smile, tilting her head.“I feel like I’m not the same person,” I mutter honestly.“That’s how it always is the first few times,” Scarlett chimes in from behind us. She’s been inspecting every little detail of my appearance. “But I promise, once you get used to it, you’ll realize that just a bit of makeup can highlight your natural beauty—and keep my boss hopelessly in love with you,” she adds with a wink before turning away, just in time for me not to blurt out that whatever’s going on between N