Chapter 50 After saying that , Giselle ; hidrous . " got closer to Donovan and ran her fingers over his custom - tailored shirt . " she bought this for you , didn't she ? Honestly ? It's kind of Before he could react , she pulled the cigarette from her lips and pressed it into the fabric , buming a hole in the shit out of spite " Are you mad ? " be roared , shoving her away forcefully Seeing the damage , Donovan's fury boiled over . He felt like he could choke her to death . It wasn't about the shirt , which had cost tens of thousands . What enraged him was the sheermadness giselle dared to show , right here in his office . Giselle this shirt well . If the was right , it was from a foury brand Anne had invested in , one that Anne had explicitly designed for Donovan . Anne was a creative woman - an accomplished violinist and a skilled fashion designer . Renee had poured money into Anne's fashion business , determined to see her succeed . Not only had Donovan agreed to marry me - something that still stung Giselle - but he also wore the shirt she had given him . It made him look effortlessly dashing , and that made iselle's jealousy bun all the botter . " Since you're so determined to marry her and love her so much , I suppose I should just offer my best wishes , " she said with a forced smile , flicking her cigarette Donovan caught the dark gleam in her eyes and kww immediately she was up to no good again , but he didn't care . He grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his " Giselle , if anything else happens to my wedding this time , I swear I'll send you straight to prison for a decade ! " " Could you really bear to do that ? " Giselle sneered , thinking he was just trying to scare her . " There's no way you'd send me to prison . Even if your mouth says su , your body would any otherwise . " Doman was speechless - his rage flaring . His grip tightened to the point that it felt like her jaw might snap . Finally , he spat , " Bitch , " and let her go He was always rough , but only in bed . Once the sheets cooled , he retumed to his cold , detached self , avoiding women as if they were poison . nur cuiselle was different . She made him want to strangle her , and yet he wanted to kiss her just as badly . She always left him tom between fury and desire .. " Oh , calm down , Mr. Kane " De acted as it nothing had happened . With a soft chuckle , she said coldly , " Didn't I say I'd give you my best wishes ? I never said I'd ruin your wedding . Since you're getting married , I'm prepared to leave you for good . You can chase your own happiness now . " Then she leaned in and ldssed his cheek , rising on tiptoe before he could react With that , the grabbed her bag and headed for the door without hesitation " Donovan stood there , watching her go , dark and brooding . Her words lingered in his mind , gnawing at him . His frustration boiled over , and he swept the coffee cup from his desk , sluttering it on the flour . Afterventing his anger , he retreated into the CEO's lounge to change clothes . The lounge was spacious , coreplete with a wardtolie , bedroom , and bathroom . It was designed like his private villa , his home away from home . He could simply sleep there without turning to his house when late nights stretched too long . After leaving Donovan's offer , Giselle slid into the back of the cab she'd called for . The backscal offered no escape from the whirlwind of thoughts . Her mind replayed Donovan , her deep - seated grudge against the Holt family , and the haunting -deter of drowning beltind the wheel The line of revenge burned it within her . She had to have Donovan for herself - love of not didn't matter . What mattered was satching something precious from Only them could she male the suffer as deeply as she had