Chapter 58
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
He had Chloe’s legs broken so she couldn’t escape, then gave the man a large sum of money.
Only one condition:
Make every day of Chloe’s remaining life a living hell.
From that moment on, Chloe truly entered her own personal hell.
Lucien abandoned his company to search for me everywhere.
His first thought was Manhattan’s Lopez family-my parents’ home.
But Lucien couldn’t even get through the front door.
Dad slapped him hard across the face.
“You have the nerve to show up here? My daughter-raised in luxury, cherished and adored-and you treated her like that p>
“Listen, Ellison. If I hadn’t been worried about my daughter suffering, you think your company would’ve grown so smoothly? Just wait. I’ll leave
you with NOTHING p>
“Even a dog was more loyalty than from you p>
A slap wasn’t enough. My father swung his cane and cracked it across Lucien’s head.
Blood instantly poured down Lucien’s face, but he had no complaints.
He simply knelt on the ground, begging Dad over and over to let him see me just once.
Finally, Dad grew tired of hitting him and stared down coldly.
“Giselle’s not here. And she’ll never see you again p>
“If you truly feel guilty, sign the damn divorce papers and disappear as far as you can p>
Lucien was shut out.
The sky suddenly opened up with torrential rain.
Before collapsing from exhaustion, he was still murmuring:
“Giselle, where are you? Please, just let me see you p>
I really wasn’t in San Francisco.
That day when I returned home, Dad looked at me in silence for a long time before sighing.
“You’ve gotten thin. But you’re home. That’s what matters p>
Those words brought tears to both our eyes.
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Turns out Father had never actually disowned me. He’d been quietly watching over me all along.
Many times, he’d wanted to rush to San Francisco and bring me back.
But he knew-I had to truly give up on my own.
The family business, Mother’s fashion empire-he’d carefully managed them all, waiting for the day I returned.
And I was no longer trapped by romance.
I poured all my passion and ambition into expanding our business empire.
I opened branches worldwide.
Experienced cultures and customs everywhere. My world grew larger and larger.
That small heartbreak and troubles became smaller and smaller.
Returning to San Francisco once more, I spotted a familiar figure at the port.
Without the Lopez family’s quiet support, Manhattan investors pulled out one after another. Business rivals united to strike back.
Lucien finally had nothing left.
He’d grown thin.
His suit no longer carried that confident air from years past-instead, it hung on him with loneliness and exhaustion.
After saying goodbye to my foreign friends visiting San Francisco, I walked toward him.
“Giselle. It’s been a while p>
Seeing I only nodded without speaking, a bitter smile crossed Lucien’s face.
“I know I shouldn’t disturb you, but I felt I should apologize to your face. In the end, I failed you p>
“Don’t mention it. It’s all in the past.” My tone was flat.
He stared at me for a long time before speaking.
“Giselle, you’ve changed so much. Thinner, tanned, but your eyes shine brighter now. More vibrant p>
“I heard you’ve become an impressive businesswoman. I just heard you speaking French. You’re truly remarkable p>
Lucien’s tone was somewhat ingratiating. I looked up at him.
“Is there something else? My friends are waiting p>
His expression grew awkward as he pulled out the divorce agreement from his coat.
“Mom passed away last year. She still worried about you at the end. 1-I found another bodyguard position. Heading overseas soon p>
“Don’t know if we’ll ever meet again. I should’ve given you this long ago. My obsession ran too deep. But seeing you doing so well now, I’m
relieved p>
Hearing about Margaret’s death saddened me.
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To be fair, she’d been very good to me.
I took the agreement, my tone calm.
“Thank you. Safe travels p>
Lucien desperately tried to find some trace of concern in my face.
But there was nothing.
The girl who once loved him with her whole heart-he’d lost her himself.
“Then-I’m going. Giselle, take care. If you ever get another chance… don’t make the same mistake again p>
“Okay. You take care too. Goodbye p>
I didn’t linger, getting into my family’s car with my friends.
“Giselle, who was that? He looked at you so sadly,” my friend asked.
“Someone irrelevant p>
Through the car window, I could still feel that burning, focused gaze from outside.
Too bad-I no longer needed it.
Things were good this way.
No love. No hate.
Just strangers passing by.
A few months later, I flew overseas again.
And so I never learned that in some distant country, an assassination had just occurred.
One bodyguard was unfortunately shot and died despite resuscitation efforts.
Lucien’s regret-filled life stopped forever at thirty.
He died without heirs.
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