Maximus and I were separated for questioning. A female inspector spoke to me while another questioned Maximus. “Mr. Beckett claims there was an issue with the diagnostic tests and ultrasound,” the investigator explained. “He says you followed the wrong procedure and forced Lucy Beckett to terminate the pregnancy because you had no intention of treating the baby.” I frowned. “She was already bleeding when she arrived at the hospital,” I explained. “Her legs were covered in shards of glass. When questioned about it, she stated it was personal, so we respected her privacy and didn’t press further.” “She’s bleeding? And he believes this is some unpracticed medical expertise on your part?” the inspector questioned. “Inspector, I’m a physician. My responsibility is to ensure the safety of both mother and child during delivery. Do you honestly believe I would welcome a patient’s decision to terminate her pregnancy? We tried to convince her because there were risks and potential comp
On top of the couple’s situation, the unexpected news from the chief resident shattered my day. “Dr. Sinclair, I’m sorry… Because of what happened earlier and the patient’s complaint, you’ll be temporarily removed from emergency rotations and C-section procedures,” the chief explained, her expression sympathetic but firm. “What? Chief, this doesn’t make sense! Why should my patients and I face the consequences when I’m the victim here? You know that, right?” She placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “I understand completely, but the hospital administration has protocols to follow. The legal team is already gathering evidence to support your case. Remember, this isn’t a suspension—you’ll continue with your follow-up appointments and consultations. We’re just keeping you from surgical scenarios that might complicate the situation for you and the hospital. Just take it easy, Gazelle.” The chief had been my mother’s friend, a mother figure to me since my mom passed away. “Thank
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
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
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
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.
“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?!”
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
“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