Todos os capítulos de Even If It Hurts, Daddy: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 45

Giselle had taken extra care with her appearance, the idea of being beautiful for the evening made her excited for no reason. She looked forward to the drama on the dinner table. She descended slowly, her floral patterned dress rustling and sweeping against the steps. Her hair was swept into a high ponytail that accentuated the line of her jaw. There was no hesitation in her stride, no downward cast of her eyes. Richard was already standing near the sideboard, a glass of scotch in his hand. He froze as she entered the dining room. He was stunned to say the least. He had seen her beauty before, but this was different. This was regal. This was too much to take in. Giselle didn't wait for him to pull out a chair. She marched to the end of the long table—the seat traditionally reserved for Chase—and pulled it back with a decisive scrape sound. She sat down, spreading her gown with the calm elegance of a queen. "Good evening, Richard," she said, her voice smooth and cool. Before

After a time well spent in the garden, Giselle decided to go back to her room, she was walking toward her suite, her robe sweeping the floor, when a shadow detached itself from the alcove near the library. Monica stepped into the center of the way, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and her jaw was set in a jagged line of resentment. "We aren't finished," Monica hissed, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Giselle stopped. She didn't look startled; she looked inconvenienced obviously. She adjusted the cuff of her robe and met Monica’s gaze with a terrifyingly calm stare. "I’m fairly certain I finished with you earlier," Giselle said. "Unless you’ve come to ask for the Wi-Fi password? It’s 'Irrelevant,' with a capital I." "What was that back there?" Monica stepped closer, her heels clicking aggressively on the floor. "You think because you have a ring on your finger that you can talk to me like I’m some dirt stain? You think you can humi

Chase had surprisingly orchestrated a welcome charity fund raiser that Monday afternoon , he had done so with military precision—or so he thought. He had hand-picked the guest list to exclude anyone who might favor Giselle’s "new attitude," intending to use the luncheon to re-establish himself as the Hemingway heir-apparent.Richard sat at the head table of the conference, looking stoic and regal, though his eyes darted toward the entrance every few minutes. Chase sat to his left, with Monica—dressed in a sequins-gown that screamed too much for 1:00 PM—clinging to his arm.The Master of Ceremonies stepped up to the podium, tapping the microphone."Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests," the MC beamed. "We are gathered here to celebrate the return of a titan. Please, join me in welcoming the man of the hour, Mr. Richard Hemingway, and his beloved wife, the stunning Mrs. Hemingway!"The room erupted in applause. The MC gestured toward the grand double doors.Chase’s face turned