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
“Dear Gazelle, I am utterly captivated by the intoxicating scent of your delicate pearl. Your fingers clutch my hair tightly as your hips move in a rhythm of pure bliss. My tongue ventures deeper, seeking the very peak from which pleasure flows.In this dream, no one else lays claim to you but me. In this dream, our bodies know no one else but each other. Your heart beats, mine calling out your name… Mine!”This was one of the messages Maximus sent me before; I still remember it clearly.I composed myself as I shook hands with the two men I had just learned were Maximus’ friends, aside from Dr. Castillo.One of them, an Englishman with auburn hair—the same shade as mine—introduced himself as Ivan Voltaire. The other was Luca Westwood, who had dark hair. I recognized him immediately! He had quite the reputation in my sorority. Almost half of the current members were his ex-girlf
The wedding planner escorted me to a private suite with Emily. She shouldn’t have been dragged into my mess with Kyros.Inside, I asked Emily to stay in the living area while I retreated to the bedroom and requested the wedding planner to inform Maximus.The phone barely rang twice before Kyros answered.“Did you talk to Gazelle?” His words tumbled out immediately, clearly expecting Emily on the other end.“Kyros.” Just his name left my lips, and he already knew. “Gazelle!” His tone shifted from casual to desperate. “I was informed about what happened at the ceremony. Please listen to me. I didn’t know you would find out about all that. Just give me one last chance! I know you only married Max out of anger. You love me, and there’s still a chance for us... I know I was wrong. I know...” His voice cracked, dissolving into unmistakable sobs on the other end of
Kyros“Why did you document everything, Stella?!” I roared, my voice shaking with fury.My palm struck her cheek before I could stop myself. Rage had consumed me entirely, blinding me to everything but my own pain.Stella’s eyes were swollen from crying, her cheek now marked with an angry red imprint. Yet, in my fury, I barely registered her suffering.All I could see was betrayal. Gazelle, the woman I had planned to marry, had chosen another man—on what should have been our wedding day.And not just any man. She had married Maximus, the one person I despised most in this world.I wanted to scream, to storm back to Bryston City and demand answers. But all I had in front of me was Stella, sobbing, trembling.“Kyros, please,” she choked out. “I never meant to hurt you. I never thought this w
I realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. That was my punishment? The shock barely had time to register before it was consumed by a slow, burning heat.He pinched my chin, tilted my head back, and captured my lips once more—utterly in control.‘Goodness.’My mind drifted, lost in the intoxicating haze of him. When his lips trailed down to my neck, his hand followed, cupping my breast, kneading, setting me ablaze.I want him. I crave his touch everywhere.Every ounce of restraint, every lingering doubt about right or wrong, dissolved into nothing.I wanted him.I wanted him to take me.The sound of lace tearing filled the air, an astonishment rippling through me. Maximus easily breaks the expensive fabric to satisfy himself. And then, his tongue glided downward to one of my nipples as he eyed me with intention. I trembled uncontrollably.
My body bore the evidence of our wedding night—a constellation of bite marks, crimson bruises from passionate kisses, and darkened patches across my skin. Maximus Ferrero had claimed me as his, leaving his mark in many ways.Every inch of me ached. I felt like a lifeless zombie, sprawled on my stomach as I hugged a thick pillow for comfort.Damn it! So, this was the punishment he mentioned last night.The door opened quietly as Maximus entered carrying a tray laden with food. He placed it carefully on the bedside table before sitting beside me, his fingers gently threading through my hair in a surprisingly tender gesture.“Are you alright?”I mustered what little energy I had to look up at him, my eyes conveying the reproach my weakened body could not express.“I can’t feel my body...” I muttered.W
“How do you feel about that?” Royal asked when she noticed my silence after learning about Stella. “I don’t know, Roy. Honestly, I don’t know what to feel,” I said. “I can’t say I’m happy or sad. Kyros has been part of my life for years, and that wasn’t just some casual relationship. I shared my youth with him—almost every chapter of my life had him in it.” Memories of my seven-year relationship with Kyros resurfaced, playing in my mind like an old film. “He was there when I opened my acceptance letter to medical school or when I passed my exams, believing in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. He was there when Cristina betrayed me and when my mother passed. Kyros supported me even when I had decided to step away from the public eye.” I exhaled deeply. “But were those moments enough to make me regret our relationship? Enough to forgive what he did?” I shook my head. “That’s why I’m not sure. But you know what? But I feel a quiet pride that I found the strength to walk a
“Why?” Curiosity stirred inside me. “Because I’m jealous,” he replied.“You weren’t jealous of Kyros before.” My words were a statement, not a question. I clung to him tighter. Maximus was my husband now, and I was desperate to accept this new life I’d already embraced. The driver’s face flushed crimson as he entered the car, clearly embarrassed by our intimate position in the backseat. Despite his discomfort, he raised the partition to give us privacy and focused on the road ahead. Maximus’s gaze softened, and the back of his hand brushed against my cheek with surprising tenderness. “You have no idea how jealous I was back then,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “I could have taken you somewhere and locked you away from everyone else.” My palm slid along his neck, tracing the strong line of his jaw. Something must be wrong with me. Instead of feeling afraid, I felt a thrill of intrigue.Maximus had this inexplicable power over me; this magnetic pull made me crave wh
“Dr. Sinclair, I’m assigning Dr. Matthews to you for now. Guide her through her internship.” That was the chief’s directive, so I took Dr. Tessa Matthews on a tour of our hospital’s obstetric and gynecological wing.I introduced her to the ward where mothers who had just given birth were recovering, along with patients dealing with other conditions. I explained the status of each patient, ensuring she understood their cases. Our tour continued through the department’s administrative areas. I showed her where to get medications and explained how the delivery schedules and doctors’ shifts were organized.By her third day, Tessa seemed to be adapting well. However, I lost my physician’s seal—the official stamp I used for medication requests in the patients’ ward.My good impression of Tessa started to change during her first week. One afternoon, the chief resident an
I had no choice but to accept Stella. She had no doctor yet, and I was in charge of our department then. “Let her in,” I instructed Gianna. She gave a curt nod before inviting Stella into the clinic. In just a few moments, I was face-to-face with Kyros’ wife. The tension in the room thickened immediately. “I thought you wouldn’t take me in,” she said, flashing a fake smile. “Why would you think that? You’re carrying my brother-in-law’s child—you’re family,” I replied, maintaining my professional composure. “Brother-in-law? Oh, that’s right,” She let out a cold laugh. “I almost forgot you married Maximus, my boss. Was that how desperate you were on your wedding day? But now, still clinging to Kyros?” Her implication was clear, but I refused to take the bait. I closed her file deliberately and met her gaze. “Why are you here, Stella?” “To remind you that Kyros is my husband.” Her voice was sharp, her eyes burning with accusation. “I left my AirPods in his car, indicating he was c
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 u
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