In that fleeting moment, Giselle realized something chilling: to Henry, both she and Chase were merely expendable—no different from ants underfoot.

His cold gaze locked with hers before he scoffed derisively, “And what do you presume to offer in negotiation with me?”

Silence hung heavy as Giselle weighed her next words, ultimately resolving with a daring edge, “I will wear those clothes at the bottom of my wardrobe for you—by choice.”

This remark nearly ...