Novel & Cerita Gideon Gleeful

What if he had kept me as fully in the dark as he had kept Reynaud, knowing that finding me pathetic and vulnerable would induce him to seek to recruit me? Head spinning, mind racing, I felt myself stagger with the weight of my conjecture. I shot a sharp glance at Gideon, who was standing on the far side of a group of people, speaking solemnly. When he sensed my eyes on him he raised his head and shot me a smile. I looked away quickly. Was he smiling because he was proud of me, as he’d said? Or was he smiling at me knowingly because he saw I was figuring out how deep his scheming had gone?

“I accept.” The uproar was instantaneous. A wave of jubilant noise that felt like it could lift the roof. Jessica leaned into him, her face alight with a terrible, radiant joy. Gideon’s smile was one of deep, profound satisfaction. The final piece of the puzzle, clicking into place. For me, the world didn’t erupt. It imploded.

Drew says, Gideon can definitely hear him as he casts a teasing glance my way, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. "Gideon's here, so let's save that conversation for when I return," he chuckled. "And just so you know, I'm going to scold you hard, Felicity." That was it; I ended the call, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Just laugh," I said, and the car filled with Gideon's hearty laughter.

Jessica shrugged, shifting in her seat, but I ignored her. As the lecturer turned back to the whiteboard and started writing, Jessica leaned over slightly, just enough to meet my gaze. She popped her gum loudly before speaking, her voice low and laced with irritation. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" She hissed, her voice low but sharp. I rolled my eyes, flipping open my notebook. "I'm the Queen here and you just tried to make a fool of me." She continued, her words laced with venom. I arched an eyebrow, barely sparing her a glance. "The Queen of what exactly?" I asked, absentmindedly twirling my pen between my fingers.

It was a cold, mocking, utterly disgusted expression. "Imposter Elara," Gideon scoffed, shaking his head slowly. He let out a harsh, bitter chuckle. "I have dealt with people like you over the years. Fraudsters, grifters, people looking for a quick payday off a dead man's fortune. But I must appreciate your guts for standing right in my face and talking such absolute rubbish." The relief shattered, turning into cold, sharp panic.

His movements look stiff, like there’s a poll up his back I hold back my giggle as best I can, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. Gideon gives me a pleading look, but it does the opposite. I am helpless to my fit of laughter, and it becomes infectious to everyone. Dad and Celeste start laughing, and then even Gideon can’t help himself. I pull myself together, as does everyone else. Gideon holds out his arm for me, “Are you ready, my storm?” Giving me his sexy grin. Not fair at all.

Damon said, his tone desperate. Damon said nothing. Instead, he turned his gaze to Joyce, his expression unreadable. He gave a small nod of his head, silently instructing Joyce to speak. Joyce’s lips trembled as she stepped forward, clutching her stomach. Gideon’s face twisted; panic now thinly veiled by fury. “My king, Gideon was sleeping with me the same time you were. He was jealous of you. He wants everything you have… even the women you sleep with in the harem.” Joyce said, her voice trembling but clear.