Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: 135-My Boyfriend’s Mansion

Gigi:

"Gigi, you’re going to stay," Ragnar said in a loud, commanding voice.

Of course, he didn’t like them insulting me.

I was fighting back my tears. It was so humiliating the way that old woman had spoken to me.

"No, seriously," I said to Ragnar, forcing a smile through the pain. "I have to go."

My heart thumped against my chest.

"That’s what she wants too. Why are you forcing her to stay?" Lady Lucille spoke up, rolling her eyes while Jenna rushed to her side to help her up.

"Gigi, you don’t have to leave because of someone’s comments," Ragnar said, ignoring his grandmother.

"No, it’s okay, actually. I completely forgot that my mother was sick. But I’ll be back tomorrow when you return. Then I’ll stay over for the night," I told Ragnar, trying to get out of there.

At this point, I was on the verge of tears. I had to go home and come up with a good plan.

"I know. You’ll stay here in my bedroom. I’ll come back, and I’ll find you here. That will make me happiest."

As soon as Ragnar said it loud enough for everyone to hear, the room fell silent.

Those who were about to leave even stopped to look at him. They realized he was serious.

I took a deep breath and placed my hand over the back of his.

"Okay," I said with a victorious smile.

I didn’t fucking care what that woman thought. Ragnar had insisted with all his heart that I stay, and I had to.

I smiled at him and decided to stay.

After that, everyone returned to their rooms. Ragnar said goodbye and left me in his bedroom.

For the first time, being in his home made me feel like a stranger.

I had a bad feeling that if I left the room, I would run into Jenna, her parents, or the grandmother and see them roll their eyes at me.

I didn’t know why it mattered so much to me.

I guess I had been so pampered over the last few years that I had forgotten what rejection felt like.

But that didn’t mean I would sit quietly and let these people bully me.

No, I never would.

I was already concocting a plan.

First of all, I had to get this family out of our mansion. Mr. and Mrs. Bundy and their leech of a daughter.

I guessed Lady Lucille was so arrogant because of them. She already had people she could sit with and talk to nonstop.

Once that support system was gone, she might finally come back down to earth.

I set off for the restaurant that night.

I woke up early the next morning, put on a beautiful pink dress, and checked on the maids preparing breakfast.

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