Maximus eyed me intently. His gaze felt like it was examining every detail of my face, making me feel completely transparent. He took a deep breath before standing up and approaching me, closing our distance. I instinctively stepped back, unsure of where to go. My chest tightened, my heartbeat racing, and I gasped as he suddenly lifted me with ease, carrying me to the wide couch.He sat down, keeping me on his lap. The heat between us was suffocating, making my body tremble.“I-I…” The tension between us was palpable, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken intentions. I squirmed, trying to break free from his hold.His eyes darkened. “Stop moving.”I froze at his command, my breath catching in my throat.“M-Max…”Without a word, he poured water into a glass from the center table with one hand and handed it to me. “Drink. You seem tense.” I was speechless! Wasn’t that his fault?Still, I took the glass, sipping obediently. After I returned the water glass, his thumb traced my
It was early dawn when I got home to the place Kyros and I shared, but he still wasn’t there. I checked my phone for his messages—nothing but an empty notification screen staring back at me.‘He’s probably spending the night with Stella,’ I thought bitterly.Instead of waiting around, I headed straight to the hospital for work.Maximus’s words from last night suddenly resurfaced in my mind. He had consulted with a therapist five years ago? For what?A nagging unease settled in my chest. Looking back at the letters he sent me before, I realized something was deeply wrong with him. As a doctor, I could see it now—he was constructing some fantasy and forcing it into reality. I hadn’t noticed it then, but with time and experience, the signs were glaring.And this twisted, carnal thing between us? It was fucked up.I shouldn’t want it. I should be disgusted. But the more I
Kyros’ anxiety radiated through the phone, his breaths were shallow, his voice trembled as he searched for words that wouldn’t come. When I ended the call, I wasn’t just disconnecting our phones; I was ending the years we had built together.Kyros called nonstop. Then came the messages.“I will explain when I’m back. Please, Gazelle, listen to me.” “I know I shouldn’t have come here.” What exactly did he mean by that? That he shouldn’t have traveled to wherever he was?He shouldn’t have betrayed me!But his explanations no longer mattered. I felt nothing. The numbness had settled in.I headed to the Grand Hotel, where the wedding planner was making final arrangements. As soon as I entered, she greeted me with a bright smile.“Miss Gazelle, Mr. Ferrero made sure everything is set for tomorrow’s gathering,” sh
Maximus Gazelle’s eyes widened, shimmering with shock as she realized what I had done to her panties. She was a doctor specializing in reproductive health, accustomed to seeing countless genitals daily, yet somehow, she still looked so innocent.I can't help but feel the urge to claim her whenever those soft, plump lips part, as if silently calling for a kiss. Her eyes, so pure and innocent, ignite a deep, burning desire within me.I stepped out of the bedroom, where my assistant waited patiently. “Go to the shop downstairs and get a pair of baby pink underwear,” I instructed. “Your Ma’am needs it.” “Yes, Sir.” She left immediately to carry out my orders. Last week, when I saw that delicate pink lace underwear on the center table, I couldn’t resist. I brought it to my nose. I inhaled deeply, her scent overwhelming my senses, sending a sharp bolt of arousal through me. I saw things. I felt her. The beas
GazelleKyros kept calling me from various phone numbers, seemingly desperate to speak with me. His repeated attempts only intensified my frustration and annoyance.As if that wasn’t enough, Stella messaged me too. She had grown bolder—shameless, even.Stella: “Gazelle, I’m sorry for making you like a fool. But let’s be honest—if Kyros truly loved you, he wouldn’t have pursued a relationship with me. He remained by my side even as your wedding day approached. That proves he’s willing to do anything for me.”I arched an eyebrow at her message, unimpressed. I wasn’t about to waste my energy on her, but curiosity got the better of me. I checked her secret social media account, wondering what kind of mess they were in now. Sure enough, they were in Ravenshire, a city now under strict quarantine due to a sudden pandemic outbrea
Royal is probably three years older than me, and I’ve known her for over a decade since we often move in the same circles. Wherever her family is invited, my parents usually are too.Two bodyguards trailed behind us as we walked down the hallway, their presence making me uneasy. The farther we went, the fewer people we encountered—the Medical Records Department was tucked away at the far end of the building.I glanced back at them before nervously looking at Royal.“Is something wrong?” she asked.“No, nothing at all! I’m just...” I hesitated, unsure if she would understand. Only Kyros and my parents knew what I was going through. Maybe Maximus had an idea based on our last conversation.Royal turned to the bodyguards. “Give us some space. Stay at least five meters back.”They followed her order without hesitation, and I felt the tight
Two stylists attended to me, meticulously arranging the exquisite lace fabric against my skin. Thankfully, my makeup was flawless, masking the exhaustion from my restless night.The discoveries Royal and I made yesterday continued to disturb me. Could his mother be the explanation for why Maximus is acting so strangely? And why did he have such an extensive medical history?Royal was truly afraid of my relationship with Maximus, worried he might hurt me. Her anxious question replayed in my mind: “Are you sure about this marriage, Gazelle?”I assured her of my certainty—but in truth, what alternatives did I have at this point?Besides, Dr. Castillo practices as a surgeon. It seemed entirely plausible that Max had undergone medical procedures or hospitalizations in the past without my knowledge.The door creaked open, and the very man occupying my thoughts stepped inside. The stylists exc
All the guests here know how much Kyros loves me and how devoted he is to our relationship. I expected the raised eyebrows, the hushed whispers, the swirling rumors. But I came prepared. If necessary, I’ll use this day to expose Kyros for who he really is.Am I cruel? Maybe.But should I show kindness to a man who disrespected my love and our relationship?“That’s right. A mutual friend said Kyros was in another city. They were in lockdown so he couldn’t return in time for the wedding,” a guest murmured, though their words reached me clearly.“Poor Kyros. He adored Gazelle. He was the one who planned this entire wedding for her.”“You mean he arranged everything?”“Absolutely! He invested millions to create this perfect day.”“If Gazelle has married his
GazelleMy head spun. I grasped at nothing, lost in the sensation. I parted my legs with a shaky breath, settling softly above Maximus.His body lay between my thighs, his warm tongue teasing my most sensitive spot, tracing slow, tantalizing circles. Each stroke sent a shiver through me, pleasure blooming in waves, leaving me breathless.“Max…”He held my waist firmly, guiding my movements as I lost myself in the rhythm of pleasure. A shudder ran through me, my cries of ecstasy filling the air as another climax crashed over me.“Your cum tastes perfect,” he murmured.My eyes glistened with emotion as I traced my fingers along his cheeks before capturing his lips. Mine had already grown soft from our unspoken battle, yielding to the pull of his kiss.His lips parted, inviting me to explore every inch of him with a slow, lingering
Kyros Inside the conference room, the board members, my father, Maximus, and I were all present. The discussion centered on the hospital incident and my brother’s subsequent handling of the crisis. While we had initially lost millions, Maximus had managed not only to recover but also to double our profits in the aftermath. “President Ferrero, your marriage to Gazelle Sinclair has barely begun, yet the problems are already piling up,” one of the board members remarked. I immediately recognized him—this was the same man who had once attempted to arrange a marriage between his daughter and Maximus. His motivation was transparent; he was searching for any opportunity to discredit Gazelle and potentially remove her from the picture. Maximus had erased all traces of his relationship with Gazelle from social media and the web. Naturally, people assumed he either didn’t care about her or wanted to avoid being dragged into her personal complications—the very woman who had been my fiancée
It was no surprise that the hospital had caught the attention of reporters. Mr. Beckett had been making a scene for days, demanding compensation from Maximus.Now, with Lucy experiencing complications with her uterus, the situation had spiraled further out of control—especially since she dared to lie.“There! That’s the doctor who mistreated my son and his wife!” A woman—whom I assumed to be Mr. Beckett’s mother—thrust her finger accusingly in my direction. Gianna instantly tensed beside me. “Get rid of that doctor! She has no idea what she’s doing!” one voice shouted from the gathering crowd. “That’s right! She’s a disgrace to this hospital! If she stays, we’ll transfer our family to a facility that values patient safety!” another voice chimed in.I forced myself to maintain professional composure. The crowd’s anger swelled, their voices growing louder. From the corner of my eye, I caught the slight smirk on Cristina’s lips, proof that she was behind this chaos. I wasn’t sure if s
Hurriedly pulling on the lab coat, I headed to the labor room. In the hallway, I spotted Mr. Beckett pacing anxiously. His fingers were tangled in his hair, and his restlessness was palpable. When he noticed me approaching, his gaze locked onto mine, burning with fury.“You, negligent doctor!” he barked, springing to his feet. His bloodshot eyes blazed with rage. “This is entirely your fault. You mishandled my wife’s previous hospitalization. There are serious flaws in this hospital’s protocols, and I know you caused this! You’re the reason my wife’s bleeding! You’ll pay for this!”‘This lunatic!’ The audacity he had to pin his own reprehensible actions on me was infuriating. His tense stance and clenched fists made it clear he was moments away from lashing out. “Dr. Sinclair!” the nurse gasped.“You harmed my wife!” he shouted, lunging forward. Before he could get any closer, Gianna intercepted him with remarkable swiftness. She seized his arm, twisted it with precise technique, a
“What’s the meaning of this?” I asked Royal incredulously. Royal shifted her gaze to Gianna, silently asking her to confirm what they’d discovered. “According to what I’ve gathered, Lucy Beckett’s husband is Cristina’s cousin,” Gianna explained.“Her cousin?”Gianna nodded. “Yes. The couple owes your former friend a substantial amount of money. I analyzed their recorded interactions—I can read lips even from video footage—and Cristina demanded payment from Lucy.” Royal spoke next. “That means Cristina may have been the one who revealed Maximus Ferrero’s identity. The guy had been living abroad for years; not many people here in Bryston City would recognize him yet.”“So, you’re saying Cristina could be the one pushing the couple to extort money?” I asked.“I can’t be certain,” Royal admitted, “but the evidence points in that direction.” “There’s more. I discovered the couple’s relationship is severely dysfunctional,” Gianna added grimly. “She’s a victim of physical abuse.”“What?!”
Kyros appeared at our villa one early morning after Maximus had left for work. I had already instructed Nanny Grace to refuse him entry and to contact the police if he became insistent. He wouldn’t leave me alone. No matter what I did, Kyros was determined to talk to me. When I exited the building, he remained waiting by the entrance. “Gazelle, please!” he called out, trailing me as I walked toward my car. “I won’t stop until you hear me out! Babe, I’ll find a way to fix this situation. We need to resolve this together. You loved me so much... why can’t you see that?” But that love had withered completely. It had died the moment I witnessed him with Stella that night. “I only married her because my mom forced me to!” Kyros insisted. “I had no choice. I complied to avoid imprisonment or being stranded abroad. I needed to return here to see you, to explain everything.” I mentally disconnected, pretending he wasn’t even there. “I know I hurt you,” he said, his voice breaking.
Loud knocks and desperate pleas from Emma jolted me awake. But what truly shocked me was finding Kyros crouched before me, his fingers gently caressing my cheeks. I immediately pushed his hand away. “Kyros?!” I gasped, stunned to see him inside Maximus’ private office. “Babe, please… talk to me,” he pleaded. “I-I heard you were here, so I snuck past Max’s secretary and came in… I know you only married my brother to get back at me…” His eyes landed on the bruise on my face. “Look at yourself—not even a month into this marriage, you’re already bruised. Is this how he’s treating you?” “Mr. Ferrero, please open the door!” Emma’s panicked voice echoed from outside the room, growing more desperate with each knock. I pushed Kyros aside and rushed to unlock the door. Emma exhaled in relief as I tucked myself behind her and two other staff members. Kyros stood frozen, disbelief etched on his face as he stared at me. “Gazelle… I just wanted to talk. We shared something special for year
Gazelle “I decided to let your family and Kyros explain things to you. Your mom said you were going through trauma. You were trembling, scared, whenever a man approached you… they were devastated and didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know how to replace the bodyguard…” “I didn’t know that Kyros took credit for the rescue. I just heard somewhere, maybe at a party or some event, that he saved you from your kidnappers. That’s when I started writing to you so you would know I exist…”Kyros had manipulated my fear of tall, well-built men to conceal the truth and prevent me from meeting Maximus, Ivan, and Dante. He took advantage of my weakness to make himself look like a hero. Maximus continued softly, “Your mother hired Cristina as your companion so you’d have someone with you while they looked for an opportunity to find a new bodyguard.” I shut my eyes tightly, overwhelmed by what Maximus revealed. So this explained my mother’s insistence that I invite Cristina into our home. A pro
Maximus Seven years ago... I was at the gym with Dante, sparring intensely, when Ivan Voltaire arrived. His presence at this hour was unusual—as far as I knew, he despised early mornings passionately. “Too early for you?” Dante taunted as I delivered a sharp punch to the pad on his palm. “I haven’t slept yet. The Sinclair girl’s been missing for three days now. I even traveled up north to see if my family’s business partners had anything to do with it. Dr. Sinclair is desperate to find her daughter. One of my relatives was her patient, so they turned to us specifically.” “Dr. Sinclair?” My punches faltered as recognition dawned. Dr. Sinclair was my mom’s therapist, which immediately heightened my interest. “Yes, the Chief Director of Psychiatry at Bryston Hospital.” Ivan pulled out his phone and displayed a photograph. “Here’s her photo.” The girl in the image captivated me instantly. She had piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold both innocence and intelligence. Her wavy hair