บททั้งหมดของ GEEKY GIRL REVENGE: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

I exhaled quietly, following Hugo as he made his way to the kitchen. “You really have no idea what ‘romantic’ means, do you?”“On the contrary,” he replied, glancing back at me with a playful wink. “I’m simply redefining it. Grocery shopping hand in hand, fighting over which tomato sauce to buy, and arguing about the right kind of cheese. Isn’t that more honest than a fancy dinner filled with small talk?”I chuckled softly. “Don’t forget the fight over a shopping cart with jammed wheels.”Hugo looked at me for a moment. “But no matter how jammed the cart is, we’ll still push it together.”We arrived in the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, inspecting its contents with a dramatic expression as though evaluating a work of art. “This pizza has lost its dignity,” he remarked, closing the fridge door. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat out?”I leaned against the counter and folded my arms. “Depends. What kind of eating out are we talking about?”Hugo opened a nearly empty cabinet and l

I stared at the ceiling. Not to weigh everything Hugo had offered, but to savor the quiet satisfaction of knowing that everything was going exactly as I had planned.Saint-Roch was merely a stepping stone to strengthen my name. A statement to the world that even without the Cassilas name, I could rise and stand shoulder to shoulder with them. After that, I planned to settle into the role of Mrs. Cassilas completely—to continue everything I had carefully arranged.A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. When I opened it, my husband stood there hugging a pillow, smiling at me.“I think sleeping in separate rooms was a terrible idea,” he said, walking in without waiting for permission.“Are you out of your mind?” I grabbed the collar of his pajamas. Hugo turned around and kissed my hand.“You should only worry if your husband ever stops being a little crazy.”He brushed a kiss against my lips. I scoffed and crossed my arms.“This is our mansion. There's no one else here. And t

The sky above Saint-Roch resembled an unfinished painting. The clouds hung listlessly, as though unsure whether to bring rain or simply stir unrest. I stood on the central plaza, gazing at the steel and glass structure that had always made my eyes sparkle. For months, I had prepared this place to be my stage, my source of pride, and my ultimate weapon to silence the past with triumph.Now? I only wanted to finish this chapter with a dramatic ending. I had no desire to rush it. I had once tried to abbreviate a scenario, only to find myself ensnared in the very plot I had written. Hugo had not crumbled as planned. Instead, he had only risen higher. And I was left to swallow my recklessness, having lit a fire too large to contain."Are you sure you don’t want to go up and check the control room yourself?" Nicky asked beside me. She wore a semi-formal suit, tablet in hand, and her hair tied half-up as always. It was her signature look, making her resemble the lead character in a medical d

I stared at the dim ceiling. Trying to steady my breath, wrapping the anxiety with a blanket, but failed. The word heir still echoed like a whisper behind the bedroom wall. Hugo didn’t force me, but as I’ve known from the beginning, he never needed to. The world was already narrow enough to make choices look like destiny.I reached for my phone. Dozens of unopened messages. Some from the media, some from the Saint-Roch team, and a few from Nicky, who had sent voice notes, furious as she mentioned a technician dismantling the air duct without permission.Funny. The world kept spinning as if I wasn’t being strangled by a biological contract I never signed. And yet here I was, living it with full awareness, driven by a purpose that now seemed to be going nowhere. Yes, because I still hadn’t truly surrendered myself.And that was the question that kept circling in my head. But readiness never came. Even when I was the one who chose to beat the war drum, my heart should’ve been ready for e

The towel I was wearing fell to my feet."You!"I shrieked in frustration. But he only pressed our bodies closer."Hugo, are you going to break your promise?" I snapped and struggled to free myself."I only promised not to touch you with my hands. I said nothing about hugging you or seeing what is rightfully mine," he whispered, then left another love mark on the other side of my neck.Damn it. He really didn’t touch me with his hands, but with his lips, and that alone was enough to drive me mad."Hugo..." I moaned, breathless. My heart begged to be released, but all I could do was whisper his name in a broken sigh.He smiled, then finally let go. The look in his eyes, filled with admiration, made me want to gouge them out."Bastard," I growled and shoved him away. I quickly picked up the towel at my feet and wrapped it back around my body."I like it when you call me like that, Honey."I kept cursing as he walked to the bathroom, his face glowing with satisfaction and that damn smile