Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 555

Donovan closed his eyes in disbelief. "There's no need to ruin your life over me. You can ask for something else."

"Something else?" Marselle scoffed. "Aside from marriage, do you think I care about anything else about you? Let me be clear. I like you. I fell for you the moment I saw you. I want to marry you. I want love and marriage. Nothing else. Do not talk to me about money. I have more than enough of that."

Donovan felt like he had run into someone even more unhinged than Anne. He had to force himself to suppress the fury rising inside him.

Marselle gave a sly, triumphant smile and fed him the lie she had prepared.

"That photo was sent to me by a mysterious person. They know where Giselle is. If you meet my demand, I will tell you who this mysterious person is."

Hearing that half-truth infuriated Donovan in a dozen conflicting ways. One moment, he wanted to believe Giselle was alive; the next, he suspected this woman was weaving another intricate deception. He was angry and ashamed, his head pounding with a wish he dared not voice.

The photograph was both absurd and brutally real. His orderly, grief-stricken world felt detonated, as if an atomic blast had erased everything familiar.

A flash of memory hit him—waking in the hospital a year ago and being told that Giselle had died and been cremated.

Suddenly, something in his mind clicked, and the pieces began to align. He couldn't linger arguing with Marselle. He spun and bolted out of the living room. He then jumped into his Bentley and slammed the accelerator, racing toward Kane Manor.

He drove recklessly, his eyes hard and focused. Blood thundered through his veins. All he wanted was to find out the truth as fast as possible.

"Answer me!" Donovan roared, clutching Ethan's collar so hard his knuckles showed white. "Did you lie to me? Do you know where Giselle is? Tell me the truth!"

Ethan didn't know what had gone wrong. But he understood that this was no time to falter. A year had passed; they had to hold the line.

"Don, let go. Don't lose your temper. Speak properly," Ethan tried to steady himself and sound calm. "I don't know what rumors you have heard, but it's a fact that Giselle passed away. Be rational. Do not assume every whisper is the truth."

"Yes," Dorothea said, anxious as she tried to pull Donovan's hand away. "It has been so long. Did you not accept it already? Why are you suddenly so worked up today? No matter what, you cannot take it out on Ethan. Let him go."

Grace added fuel to their concern. "Dorothea, I think Don never really moved on. He's clearly suffering from depression or something. This could be an episode. Maybe we should force him to go to the hospital for a checkup, see if there's intermittent psychosis."