All Chapters of Please, Mr Giordano: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

MooreI was still wrapped in the sheets, feeling a little better from the medicine I took, when the door opened. Vivian's figure stood in the doorway, her usual composed expression giving way to something slightly more concerned.“Your sister’s here ma'am.” she announced.My heart sank. Emily? Now? She wasn’t supposed to be here—wasn't she off in Europe for her studies? The last thing I needed was to face her. Not like this, not now.I only wanted her to pay for the clothes via invoice sent to her, but rather, she's here, In Lucien's home.I sat up, clutching the sheets closer to my chest, feeling utterly exposed, not just physically but emotionally. “Vivian, can you get the package from her? Tell her I’m... busy.”Vivian hesitated, her hand resting lightly on the doorframe. “She’s refusing to hand it over. Says she needs to see you, and she sounds urgent.”My throat tightened. Urgent? Emily didn’t do “urgent.” She was always the calm, collected one, never rattled by anything. If she

Lucien“Tell me, what will you have done to him? I thought you didn’t care,” Gregory asked, placing the files in front of me with that same smug look he’d worn ever since I ordered Mauro’s release.“Greg…” I began.“He only helped her. You can’t just pull him away from his work because of that,” Gregory interjected. “I know you want to punish anyone who’s aided her, but taking that young man away from her will only make you look like a jealous husband. And you know what that means—people will think you actually care.”I didn’t lift my gaze from the files I was signing. Why was Gregory pushing for me to overlook this? Ethan from the hospital had dared to help Moore cover her tracks, all while the press screamed about her supposed infidelity—an affair just days into my marriage.The irony was, I didn’t care what the tabloids thought; in fact, I wanted her hated. But I couldn’t ignore the bitterness that surfaced at the thought. My reasons for wanting her despised went beyond public scru

MooreThe questions roiled inside me, each one more troubling than the last. I watched as Lucien put his phone away, his gaze pinned on me with unsettling intensity. Vivian? What did he plan to do with her?I fought to keep my terror hidden, but his eyes seemed to see right through me. That smirk on his lips—it was as if he could hear every frantic thought racing through my mind.“You look worried, Moore,” he murmured, his voice smooth and dangerous. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Freedom from my money and my control?”I clenched my fists, trying to hold onto a shred of defiance. “My freedom isn’t yours to grant or deny.”But I needed to know why Vivian and her mother had been summoned.“Is that so?” His brow arched, a taunting gleam in his eye. “No questions? None at all?”The anger and fear twisted inside me, shame washing over me forever believing I could escape his grip.“What’s the matter?” he pressed, stepping closer, his voice a low, taunting whisper. “Cat got your tongue?”“I ju

MooreThe silence was suffocating, a cruel reminder of my place in this house. Watching Vivian's mother and two others silently clean up the mess Lucien had made while breaking into my room earlier made the lump in my throat even harder to swallow.They avoided my gaze, their movements tense and deliberate, as though I was the source of their misery. Just a few days here, and I had already made an enemy of myself. Lucien chasing Vivian away because of my recklessness had only solidified their disdain.I had tried to help—picking up broken pieces of wood, or anything I could—but the sharp, curt dismissal from Vivian’s mother made it clear: I was nothing more than a burden here.“Don’t make things worse for us,” she’d said, her tone cutting through me like a blade.I sank to the floor, clutching my knees as I stared blankly ahead, my mind spiraling down paths of regret and longing. What would my life have looked like if I had chosen differently?Maybe I would have been independent, weal

Lucien“Lucien…”I didn’t turn. Midnight had struck, and there were more pressing matters at hand—like making sure Moore paid for her sins.“Lucien, please…” Her voice trailed behind me, desperate and urgent. Athena was relentless, her footsteps quick as she tried to catch up, but I could feel the weight of her desperation in her tone. And God, I hated it. Desperation. Clinging. Weakness.She reached for me, but I raised my hand sharply, stopping her before she could touch me. My steps halted, and I turned to face her with a calmness that masked the irritation bubbling beneath my skin.“You will go home tonight, Athena,” I said coldly, my voice slicing through the air. “And you will not return until whatever ridiculous thing building up in that heart of yours has died down.” I raised my gaze to meet hers, holding it with brutal intensity. “Completely.”Her steps faltered, her hands trembling as they hung at her sides. Her lips parted slightly, as if to protest, but no words came out.