The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 133

The Hayes Manor was massive, governed by countless strict rules.

The various uncles and relatives from the branch families eyed the corporation's control with greedy ambition. As a young boy, Gideon was thrust into the storm, facing endless scheming and backstabbing every single day.

To him back then, the manor was nothing but an icy battlefield.

Giselle's arrival was his only solace in that war zone.

The malnourished, soft little girl had been incredibly timid when she first arrived, always cowering behind him. She didn't dare speak to anyone in the house; even the sound of the maids walking too loudly would send her diving under a table, trembling in fear.

At the time, Gideon figured his only true family consisted of his grandfather and her.

So, he learned how to take care of her.

He flipped through thick dictionaries himself, page by page, until he finally chose the name Giselle.

Giselle, a name that symbolized a bright pledge.

Every day, she followed him around like a little shadow, clutching his shirt tightly no matter where he went.

Gideon was only a teenager then, yet he was forced to learn how to be both a father and a brother.

On nights when thunderstorms raged, she would run barefoot to his room and sob beside his bed.

He would pull her up into his bed and, mimicking the faint memories he had of his own mother, awkwardly pat her back to coax her to sleep.

Gideon's fingertips brushed against a slightly faded pink hair ribbon.

Back then, Giselle had always begged for pretty braids. Although the Hayes family had countless maids to do the job, she would burst into terrified tears the moment any of them touched her hair.

The young heir of the Hayes family, who had never lifted a finger for household chores and had his own clothes managed by professionals, forcefully kicked all those maids out just to keep her from crying.

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