All Chapters of Please, Mr Giordano: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MooreMy life flashed briefly before my eyes—all that I had been through and how it might probably end. Each day, waking up knowing I was bound to Lucien forever gave me more strength to fight him.As I rode in the luxurious car with his man—who perfectly embodied the hatred his boss had for me—I sometimes wondered if I had done something truly grave to him. Not that I cared.The car moved swiftly, my heart beating faster with each passing moment. I didn’t know which mall we were heading to, but the unease gnawed at me. The idea of a simple shopping trip for clothes ending in me being a slave to Athena was impossible to ignore.Logically, anyone unemployed would jump at the offer. I should have, considering I was allowed to leave the house and roam freely. But deep down, I knew working for Athena would be a disaster. It wasn’t her hospital yet, but it made no difference with her as chairman—a young woman who had achieved so much at the age of 24.Vivian’s phone had been handy for gath

AthenaWhen Lucien mentioned that Moore would be working at the hospital, he didn’t actually use the word “wife” to describe her. I couldn't help but sense the mockery in his tone. The thought of her working here made me paranoid. Why would he want her near me? But that paranoia quickly gave way to a flicker of hope when he added that she'd be working as a cleaner. The wife of the richest man in Italy reduced to a common hospital cleaner—now that’s some gossip-worthy material.It's already eleven, and she’s not here yet. Isn’t this supposed to be her first day?I know Lucien harbors deep and raw resentment toward her. She took something precious away from him when she bluntly rejected him a few years ago. That rash decision of hers had pushed Lucien into my arms, just as I had always wanted.I paced restlessly around my office, the sound of my heels echoing off the walls. I don’t want to look bothered, not even slightly, but I can't help it. The thought of humiliating her is tantalizi

MooreI stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to make sense of the skimpy, tight outfit forced upon me. The shirt was so tight that the buttons strained against the fabric, threatening to burst open at any moment. And the skirt—no, it was worse than I could have imagined. It barely covered my thighs, leaving my legs exposed for all to see.Frustration bubbling within me, I stepped out of the closet. As I entered the large space where more than fifty cleaners stood, I felt the weight of their hateful glares. Earlier, a few had offered pitying looks, but now their faces were twisted with disgust. I knew my revealing attire was the reason, and I couldn’t blame them. I looked ridiculous.Athena’s gaze met mine, her eyes gleaming with barely concealed amusement as I tried to tug the skirt down. My blood boiled with anger.“This isn’t something I can wear,” I finally said, my voice tinged with desperation.“What?” Athena replied, feigning innocence. “Didn’t you choose that yourself?

Moore.The moment I heard the door to the locker room click shut behind the last Cleaner, I allowed myself to exhale a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. The day had been a nightmare, and the thought of changing out of these degrading clothes and into something that felt remotely like mine was the only thing keeping me sane. I waited a few minutes more, listening carefully for any lingering footsteps. Satisfied that I was finally alone, I hurried over to my locker.My fingers fumbled with the combination, exhaustion making even the simplest tasks seem insurmountable. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, casting a cold, sterile glow over everything. It matched perfectly with how I felt inside—drained, exposed, like an open wound under a relentless, glaring light.When the locker door swung open, I pulled out my neatly folded clothes, the dress from the boutique and quickly began to change. The skimpy dress Athena had forced on me—tight, uncomfortable, a gesture of mockery

MooreThe wine and food dripped down my face, the red liquid seeping into the fabric of my dress, staining my skin. Athena’s satisfied smirk burned into my memory, each drop a reminder of the disdain she held for me. Every part of me screamed to retaliate, to throw the plate back at her and wipe that smug smile off her face. But I stayed still, fists clenched by my side, nails digging into my palms.If I reacted, my family would be held accountable. I didn’t know the full extent of their relationship, but I knew Lucien wouldn’t tolerate any disrespect from me towards anyone. But she started this, and I won’t just stand by and let her treat me like trash. I’ve had enough of her today to last a lifetime.The room fell silent, everyone watching, waiting for my reaction. I felt their eyes on me—Lucien’s cold and indifferent, the domestic workers’ pitying, and Athena’s triumphant.“That’s enough, Athena,” Lucien finally said, his voice carrying a note of irritation, but not anger. His gaze