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 f