Chapter 87 #JusticeForGiselle!
The girl trembled on her knees, soaked through, water pooling around her like spilled blood.
“I really didn’t do it,” she whispered, biting her lower lip until it bled white.
“You dare lie when everything points straight at you?” The middle-aged woman screamed, jabbing a finger so close it almost grazed the girl’s cheek.
“I never should’ve brought you into this house. You reckless little mistake!”
The kneeling girl just shook harder, saying nothing.
Then another woman stepped in hair wild in the wind, beer bottle dangling from her lips.
“I begged you back then, Mum. You never listened.”
The mother spun on her. “Hmph. I let a mistake walk through my door.”
The girl on the floor froze. Her lashes quivered, the tears finally broke free, sliding slow and silent down her face.
“And cut!”
Giselle’s teary eyes flipped instantly...sharp, satisfied, a wicked little smile curling her mouth as she rose.
“Are you okay?” Sofie asked, glancing at Giselle’s red knees.
“Yeah.” Giselle pulled her into a quick, soft hug.
The director strode over, grinning wide enough to split his face. “That was fire. Keep it up, Giselle, Sofie!”
“Really? I wasn’t that great, but… thank you, Director.” Giselle flashed that angelic smile, the one that made grown men forget how to breathe for a second.
“Can we take a break before the next scene?” she asked sweetly.
He hesitated. “Well-”
Sofie jumped in. “Please. Just a few minutes. We are all exhausted we have been shooting for hours”
The director sighed. “Alright, five-minute break, everyone!”
The crew exhaled like they had been holding their breath for hours. Smiles broke out everywhere.
“Oh my God, she’s so good,” one staffer whispered.
“She just saved us all,I was dying out there,” another said.
Giselle pressed her lips quietly, soaking in the praise, letting her lips curve downward just enough.
Hmph she felt Sophie didn't deserve the praise, but her smile widened hearing her name.
"She's such a good actress, I love her!"
“No way those old allegations were true,” someone muttered. “Her insulting staff? Hurting people? Bullshit.”
“Jealous ex-employees trying to frame her. Classic.”
Giselle’s smile stretched wider.
She was playing the scheming villainess this time in this series, everyone expected her angelic image to shatter, she had been unsure at first too.
Now? She fucking loved it.
“Here.” A staff girl handed her a water bottle.
Giselle downed it in one long pull and slipped back to her private room.
She dropped into the chair, yawning so deep her jaw cracked. She had stayed up all night devouring the script. Exhaustion was inevitable even her knees hurt.
She blinked slowly, drowsy. Thankfully her eye bags stayed hidden...thank you, miracle lotion.
Then she grabbed her phone.
Froze as the alert came in "Transfer successful.x
A feral grin curved to her lip. She clutched the phone like it was her beating heart.
But then - thud.
Her head snapped toward the table. Something low and ugly settled in her eyes.
She reached under the desk, her fingers closing around the small pocket knife she always kept close and edged toward the closet door.
Bang.
It flew open.
A man lunged forward. Dressed in tattered white shirt, wrinkled pants, that sick, glassy smile plastered on.
Giselle tried to dodge, but it was too late. He crashed into her, heavy, and reeking of alcohol.
“Get off me!” she screamed.
He pressed in, trying to force his mouth on hers. His hand shoved under her dress, groping, squeezing her breast like it belonged to him.
Her eyes flared wide, she gritted her teeth.
She raised the dagger ready to bury it in his skull.
Knock knock.
She froze. Slid the knife under her dress fast.
“Help me!” she screamed, her voice cracking perfectly fragile.
The door handle rattled.
“I’m your biggest fan,” the man rasped, eyes manic. “I told everyone, you’ll be my wife soon.”
He laughed: high, and brokenly hysterical, making his face twisted.
"Let me go!"
“I get to own you Giselle” he muttered, yanking her hair so hard her scalp burned.
The footsteps pounded outside, retreating. Giselle knew help was coming.
She let herself go limp, fragile, waiting.
Then her hands shot up, clamped both his ears in a vise grip.
“You bastard,” she hissed, her voice dropping low, and dark.
The creep stilled.
“You think you can hurt me?”
A jagged laugh ripped out of her lips, making sure her nails dug into his ears deep, tearing.
“I let you touch what you want… but not this time.”
She twisted it hardee, and her growled, but his hands clamped around her throat, choking her.
"You want me dead? To punish me? I own you...yu are my wife Giselle;" he rattled like a mad man.
Giselle froze, he grip losened softly and they collapsed to the ground. She felt her lungs burning away, the bitter pain throb her throat and small tear slipped out.
She didn't fight, only dilated her gaze at the door. She couldn't fight, her angelic image if they saw her: would be tranished.
She choked, her lashes fluttering close, but then the door burst open.
Two security guys stormed in with the director and half the crew.
Giselle turned slowly toward them, lashes fluttering like she was seconds from fainting, heaving a sigh
“Get your hands off my diamond!” the director roared.
The guards tackled the creep, kicked him hard in the ribs. He flew, slammed into the wall.
Her new assistant rushed over to her, while others crowding behind.
“I’ll kill her! She dared go against me!” the man shrieked. “She’s my wife, I can discipline her!”
The first punch slammed across his jaw. He crumpled.
“Handle him discreetly,” the director barked.
He turned to Giselle, she was trembling, tears streaming.
“He just… burst out of my closet and choked me,” she whispered, licking dry lips. “He tried to rape me.”
Silence dropped like a blade, every faces went grim, the anger was visible.
The director dragged a hand through his hair. If this leaked, Giselle's fans would crucify him.
Sofie crouched beside Giselle, pulling her into a tight hug. Her eyes were black with fury when she looked up at the director.
“How did a creep like that get in here? Was the location leaked?”
Everyone froze. Sofie was quiet, even though she acted Villainess roles mostly, she was a typical angel..
Right now, she looked serious and edged with anger.
“How is our safety even guaranteed?” Her voice dropped,
Giselle fought the urge to vomit, not because she felt sick, but she hated Sophie was taking the spotlight.
She wanted the headlines: The sympathy and Strom all laced on her but Sofie had to play fucking savior.
Giselle gritted her teeth, laid a gentle hand on Sofie’s arm.
“Sister… he was just a creep who slipped past security. The director isn’t to blame.” Giselle big, calm eyes lifted to him.
The director softened, she just became his favourite..
“Giselle’s right,” staff murmured.
Sofie scoffed and turned back to Giselle, her thumb brushing the raw red marks circling her neck.
“Right? Look at her neck, Director. She could’ve died.”
She licked her lips. “What if we hadn’t heard her screams?”
The room went colder.
Giselle trembled with rage this time. She wanted to claw that bitch’s perfect face off.
But she kept the mask: soft, shaken, innocent.
“He’ll be punished, Sofie,” the director said quietly. “Shooting’s canceled today. Giselle… you should rest. We’ll recast if needed.” the director said.
Giselle’s blood turned to ice.
No.
This was her last lifeline: The money and the spotlight, she needed it as everything else was gone!
Her fingers dug into Sofie's arm, she flinched at the grip but dismissed the thought thinking Giselle was just scared and sad.
“I won’t,” Giselle whispered. “It’s not your fault. It doesn’t even hurt.”
Sofie’s lips parted but Giselle shook her head fast..silencing her.
“Please,” she said to the director, her voice small. “Just… more security.”
The crew nodded.
The director heaved a sigh "But first, no leaks. The public should never know." He announced.
Except one staffer had been recording the whole thing.
She slipped her phone back into her pocket, walking away.
She stared at the footage and tapped sent....to her anonymous Instagram page!
Finally: the fan and followers would rush in just from this video.
She would have them all. A smile curled to her lips.
#JusticeForGiselle!