Madam Giselle Novels & Stories

Giselle's mother came on a Sunday, without calling ahead. Giselle was in the kitchen with Layla, learning to make something with cardamom that she had no practical need for but was finding unexpectedly calming — the measuring, the stirring, the simple reliability of ingredients that did what they were supposed to do — when one of Damien's staff appeared in the doorway and said there was a woman at the gate who would not give her name but had asked, very quietly, if her daughter was home.

“THE LITTLE LADY IS MINE.” Yrah froze in her spot, her hand on Ysiah’s arm, and gaped at Gresso, who seemed to have stunned everyone. Even Ysiah, a veteran Interpol agent, reacted. He became absolutely still as though Yrah’s touch had turned him into stone. Not long after Gresso’s declaration, a guard came up behind him and tased him.

she said quickly. Billy held back a small smile. “It’s okay, Giselle. In fact, I’m glad to be hugged by my client.” That sentence made Giselle’s face blush even more with embarrassment. Elsewhere, the atmosphere at the De Santos Mansion was different. Madam Hansel sat in her private room, deep in thought. Since morning, she still could not accept the reality that Giselle had truly left, abandoning the house. Her heart was restless. Not merely because the contract marriage had ended, but because she saw something in Giselle—something that could save Leon from Qiara.

"Dark hair, French accent. Very polite. She had three large suitcases with her." My hands tightened on the phone. "That wasn't my decorator. That was Giselle Laurent. She's a convicted felon who is not authorized to be in my building. I want her removed immediately." "Sir, she already left. She was only up there for about fifteen minutes." "Fifteen minutes? What was she doing?" "I don't know, sir. But she left the suitcases behind. She said you would be expecting them." I hung up and called Marcus back. "Giselle was in my penthouse. She left suitcases there."

Fine,since you are so eager to know the truth about Giselle, she's the rejected mate to Alpha Raven of the werewolf world,he sniff the air to continue when I obstructed him with a raise of my index finger. Bryan,twisting issues won't solve the problem at hand, except the fact that you've ended up bringing home some random bitch from the pub during your last visit. Stop being rational,Jessica,Giselle is the rejected mate of Raven and It happens that I'm her second chance mate,he repeatedly spoke of being her second chance mate. “Go on,”I'm listening,I swing my hands for a continuity of his lies,I never believed one bit of his utterances. I was still glaring around the surroundings when a lady

GISELLA'S ROOM Gisella sat in front of her mirror, surrounded by her braids maid and make up artist while they got her ready for her big day. Few minutes later, she was all set and beautifully dressed in her sea blue gown and styled hair with her tiara on. " Here comes our princess, beautiful as always", a Lady exclaimed. It was Catherine, Desmond's mother. " Thank you, mum", said Gisel, staring at herself in the mirror. " You look so beautiful in your gown, Gisel ", said one of her Braid's maids. She smiled. "come on, girls. Let's get down stairs and check if all is set. We need to get to church early enough," said Catherine.

“Yes.” Elliot turned around and left the room. He lifted his feet and walked to a hidden place, leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette, brought it to his thin lips, lit it, white smoke rose, and glanced at the beautiful girl who appeared in the room, thin lips curled into a cold curve, deep eyes coldly watching the beautiful woman enter... hell. Giselle put down the fruit tray and prepared to leave. She's just a waitress, not a prostitute. But she didn't notice that today's receptionist was completely absent from this room.

Vladimir asked Claris directly, and she nodded. “Giselle is fickle, emotional, and loses her patience,” Claris said without hesitation. “She’s with Hall for the wrong reasons, and the only things keeping her in check were her brother and her mother. From personal experience, I know that an uncontrolled Giselle is so unpredictably irate that she might do something foolish.” “Hall has the power to restrain her,” Eloise said. “He already has.”

he heard Mason say. What the hell? Giselle looked... different. "Wait, isn't that your PA?" Mason asked, but Xavier didn’t respond. His eyes roamed Giselle’s outfit involuntarily. She was in a short fitted lemon green dress, exposing her long, spotless legs, black heels on, makeup applied, her cleavage drawing his attention, and her hair was different. Everything was different. Wait, what was the meaning of this? Xavier asked internally.

”You're such a good friend. “What's it to you?“ Giselle gently brushed her hair aside. The high roll her hairstylist had done on her hair was undone. Her hair fell beautifully, giving her a different look from before. “Nothing.” The faucet in the sink turned on, and Isa washed her hands with a blank expression. “But I'm quite disappointed with your actions at the banquet earlier.” “There's something you need to know, Isa.” Giselle smiled sweetly. ”No one can stop me from doing anything in my life.”