Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 699

For the first 28 years of her life, every man Marselle encountered had willingly fallen at her feet. No matter their background, status, or nationality, they pursued her as if she were a goddess placed above them all.

But this man—this deeply flawed, damaged, infuriating man—treated her like she was nothing. And she, who had never lacked anything in life, had fallen wholly and helplessly for him.

She had the looks, wealth, education, status, and the unconditional love of her family and friends—everything most women dreamed of. Yet she was still suffering over love.

The realization chilled her to the bone.

"Gideon," she asked one last time, refusing to give up, "what are we, really?"

Gideon stubbed out his cigarette, his tone careless as he answered, "Friends with benefits."

The word hit her like a slap.

Marselle's eyes widened. "What?"

Her voice trembled as she stared at him, her eyes growing red. "So you never had any feelings for me. Not even a little?"

"No."

"Fine."

The finality of that single syllable broke something inside her. She let out a hollow, devastated laugh and turned toward the door, moving as if in a daze.

Sitting in the back, she felt her chest tighten with discomfort. Even the brief encounter had left her unsettled.

She knew she owed Gideon far too much in this lifetime—debts time alone could fade, but never fully erase. True honesty between them was impossible now. Only distance and silence could gradually smooth the edges.

Her thoughts tangled painfully until she heard a ringtone from the front seat.

Chris was using his phone for navigation, so when she looked up, she unintentionally caught a clear glimpse of the caller ID displayed on the screen.

The moment Giselle read the name, she froze.