บททั้งหมดของ GEEKY GIRL REVENGE: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Hugo smiled as he pulled a chair closer and sat beside the wheeled bed that cradled my body."I'm here because I want to be. It's my duty to stay by my fiancée’s side."His voice was calm, gentle—almost too soft for someone like him.I turned my gaze toward the window. The silhouettes of trees swayed quietly under the autumn breeze. Dry leaves danced in the air’s delicate current, and for a moment, I wanted to leap from that window. To fall into a world that didn’t know me. A world without Hugo in it.“I don’t need you here,” I said, still looking outside.“But I’ll stay anyway,” he replied, quick and firm.A bitter smile tugged at my lips.If only you had done this five years ago, when I first woke up from that cursed incident.If only you had been by my side after I lost the hair I once took pride in.If only… then maybe today, I would’ve chosen to share this bed with you.To let you stay.But reality is far from that fantasy. To me, Hugo, you are the most repulsive man alive. I want

The next morning, Hugo arrived earlier than I expected.I hadn’t even finished fixing my hair when I heard a soft knock on my hospital room door. Before I could answer, the door opened—and there he was, walking in with that signature overconfidence that always seemed a little too much for someone who was, ultimately, only human.He carried two cups of coffee in take-away holders that looked far too aesthetic for something meant to be disposable, along with two still-warm chocolate croissants in a chic Parisian-style paper bag. And—of course—he brought his usual infuriating aura, the kind that was impossible to ignore no matter how hard one tried. He entered the room like a lead actor who knew, without a doubt, that the spotlight was his. And damn it, it was.“Good morning, favorite patient,” he greeted lightly, with that half-smile of his that was far too lethal for this early in the day. “Ready to be released from this white prison?”I shot him a sharp look. “I’m not imprisoned. I’m

Two days after that kiss, the world was still in an uproar.But I remained silent.I let the media spiral into madness, let the name Ana top the search trends, let gossip analysts dig into a past they didn't know—and would never find.Hugo had vanished for two days.No messages. No calls. Nothing.I should’ve felt relieved.But instead, it made everything feel even heavier.Hugo was a man full of surprises. And when he went quiet... it meant he was planning something.And I was right.At eight in the evening, Holly walked into my apartment with a wary expression. In her hand, a tablet—already streaming a live broadcast.“Ana, look at this.”Live coverage is underway on a leading business news channel. A lavish conference room, the camera fixed on an empty podium.Then, Hugo stepped out from behind the curtain—black suit, dark gray tie, and a gaze sharp enough to cut through glass.The commentator's voice echoed:“Today, at the main corporate conference of Max, Hugo Maximiliano Cassila

The sky darkened, and the jazz in the dining room melted into a piano ballad, its tempo nearly matching the rhythm of our pulses. Hugo spun me once more—a closing movement so seamless that my final step brought my back gently against the balcony wall.The world around us seemed to shrink; there was only him, and the cool breeze threading through my hair.“I forgot,” he said softly, brushing a loose strand behind my ear, “what it feels like to be in awe. You reminded me tonight.”I gave a small smirk. “Awe is fragile. Like glass—crack it just a little, and the reflection inside changes.”“And you like breaking glass, hm?” he teased lightly, but his eyes searched me with a sincerity he couldn’t quite hide.Before I could answer, Ballero slid open the door. “Mr. Cassilas, dessert is ready.”Hugo turned his head, his hand still resting on my waist. “We’ll be right there.” Ballero nodded, casting me a brief glance—trying to decipher what role I now played—then closed the door again.In the

The morning fog still clung low as I walked down the glass corridor of Hugo’s tech branch in the port district—headquarters of his latest Metaverse project, still in its experimental phase. Transparent panels lining the hallway reflected my silhouette: a soft ivory suit, a loose bun clasped with copper, and eyes I had carefully composed to look calm—though beneath that calm, my thoughts were a storm that never truly stilled.I arrived first at the collaborative room on the sixth floor. LED lights brushed the walls, highlighting the blueprint of Sentient Echo—a real-time emotion simulation module I had quietly embedded into Hugo’s R&D pipeline. Lines of code pulsing like breath waves across a wall-sized screen made the room feel like part of another world—not entirely real, yet convincing enough to blind reason.The door slid open softly behind me. I didn’t have to turn. That step was unmistakable—its rhythm, and the way he exhaled as if he had just finished weighing something serious.