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
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
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
Gazelle My 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 kiss. My eyes fluttered shut, a shiver running through me as his fingers expertly teased my nipple. God… Maximus is the sinful pleasure my body has alwa
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
The small hospital Gianna and I visited served expectant mothers. We guide them through their pregnancies, providing education on self-care and baby care to ensure their health. I was particularly aware of one woman who entered late, her large belly preceding her quiet presence. She sat silently, listening to the discussion, but her expression hinted at a mind preoccupied with other thoughts. Later, my colleagues and I distributed small tokens to the expectant mothers: booklets, checklists, and a few essentials for the upcoming labor. The first day ended uneventfully, and the second day went much the same. Seeking a break on the third day, I went to the garden. Gianna gave me some space, letting me sit alone on a bench. While there, I was surprised to find the usually quiet woman in a heated argument with another. “Let’s be clear. This baby is mine, always has been. Your inability to conceive is why you were chosen to carry my and Nico’s child! None of this was ever yours! After
I felt so free; my back arched as I moved gracefully on the bed, grinding beneath the steady rhythm of Maximus’ hard length, thrusting in and out of me. My backside met his thighs with every deep stroke as he took me from behind. I whimpered in pure bliss; my mind clouded, lost in the overwhelming pleasure that only Maximus could give. He’s playing with my body, igniting the places where pleasure flows. My hips swayed as my back leaned against Maximus, our eyes locking in the clear mirror. His mouth traced a path from my ear to my shoulder, tasting and teasing me with every brush of his lips. He knew every switch to flip, every spot to press—exactly where I ached for him to claim me… His hand curled around my neck as if claiming possession, and he whispered to me. A mysterious pleasure wrapped around me, rising from deep in my core. I could feel it—he wanted to conquer me. “Gazelle, you must always remember me no matter where you go. I will never forget the way you look rig
Mr. Laurent seemed to notice the judgmental stares some guests were casting their way. Miranda turned and pointed at Stella, who was walking toward us, ready to shift the blame onto the woman. “It was you!” she snapped. “You told me President Ferrero agreed to give me his sample! How did it end up like this? You tricked me!” Stella froze, visibly shocked. She even clutched her chest as if physically struck by the accusation. “Miranda, I didn’t do anything. We ran into each other at the hospital and made small talk. You were the one who told me why you were there. You asked for advice, that’s all.” Miranda faltered, visibly thrown off, her eyes darting back and forth as if searching for something solid to hold on to. For a moment, I genuinely believed Stella. But Miranda wasn’t done. “I asked for your help after that. You told me you’d help me.” “I didn’t!” Stella denied. “You helped me determine where Maximus’s samples were in the sperm bank! I’m not making this up!” Miran
Mr. Laurent asked for Miranda’s presence near us.The air was thick with anticipation, each second stretching uncomfortably. Mrs. Laurent’s face flushed with anger as I confronted her, but I didn’t waver. My gaze stayed fixed on Miranda. She shifted uneasily, the tension visibly crawling up her spine. Her polished façade was beginning to crack.
I stood still, speechless, as Mrs. Laurent’s words echoed in my head. I couldn’t give her the reaction she was looking for. “What does Mrs. Laurent mean that I don’t want complications in my life?” Whispers spread through the crowd like a breeze rustling autumn leaves. I caught Maximus’s eye and gave him a look that told him to stay back. He stopped, letting me handle the confrontation, though his fists clenched at his sides. “Madam, don’t you think you might be overstepping?” Royal’s voice carried a subtle warning as she positioned herself beside me. “Oh, come now, Ms. Roy. I’m only pointing out the obvious. Her family has already disowned Dr. Sinclair. I spoke to Chairman Sinclair myself; he told me he couldn’t control his daughter.” I didn’t know how close my father was to her, but what she revealed wasn’t exactly confidential. Since Mom’s death, my father has had a hard time controlling my decisions. People always assumed the Sinclair family cut me off, especially since I rar
The four men exhibited distinctly different reactions. Maximus maintained his nonchalant demeanor, Dante’s face registered confusion, while Ivan and Luca gaped in undisguised disbelief. After a moment of shared bewilderment, they all just shrugged and continued walking into the venue. Miranda approached them with a bright smile. “President Ferrero, you’ve finally arrived. Thank you so much for accepting my invitation.” Maximus gave a curt nod, clearly unaware of what she was talking about. Miranda scratched her head, visibly embarrassed. But before she could say more, Maximus and Dante walked right past her. “Wait!” she called after them, hurrying to catch up. “Geez,” Royal muttered beside me, shaking her head. “I thought she had more class than this. I know what this family’s capable of, Gazelle. They probably cooked something up just to corner Maximus.” ‘Hmmm... let’s see... Let’s watch the upcoming good show.’ Miranda quickly stepped before Maximus and Dante again, forcing t
Maximus and I visited the stylist’s villa to prepare for the upcoming gathering. Three gowns in different colors had been laid out for me. I was asked to try them all on in the fitting room, but apparently, Maximus had a weakness for me in stunning dresses. The moment I stepped out in the first gown, he didn’t waste a second—he tore it right off. He took me, pleased me, and pushed me to the very edge of my sanity. Remarkably, when I tried on the second gown, history repeated itself. “Ah, I don’t know what to do with you…” I muttered, shaking my head, my cheeks still warm with embarrassment from what had just happened. Perhaps I should’ve gone with The Pink Girls Code. Maximus and I were just... hopeless when left alone together. He swept me into his arms with effortless ease, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. As he pulled back, he buried his face in the curve of my neck, breathing me in. “What am I supposed to do?” he whispered. “The moment I see
Perhaps Mr. Harrington had already anticipated how the board would react—that’s likely why he brought Maximus along when they met at the hospital. “Gentlemen,” I began, “My father entrusted me with the power to make decisions for this company. That’s why I’m here. He’s recovering, so I’d appreciate it if everyone remained seated. I’m not here to stir conflict—but judging by how this meeting’s been going, it’s clear who’s been disrupting the atmosphere.” I refused to let myself be underestimated—whether for being a doctor, a woman, or the only heir to my parents’ legacy. “Let's proceed," Mr. Harrington announced, attempting to establish order. "First on our agenda—" “I’d like to propose that we begin by discussing the replacement of Ms. Gazelle as acting chairman of this board,” one of the executives interjected coldly. “We don’t know her intentions or if she’s even capable of leading. We need to reconsider her role.” I steadied my breath, fighting the sting of their deliberate ch
Gazelle The way Maximus held me last night calmed all the chaos inside me. He was my darkness, but also my sweetest comfort. Earlier that day, Gianna accompanied me to the Sinclair company, where I also met Mr. Harrington. I reviewed the files and handled everything the chairman’s office needed for the day. I wasn’t perfect—I still had yet to learn so much. Fortunately, Mr. Harrington, the company’s lawyer and general manager, was always ready to guide me and explain what I didn’t understand. Before heading to the conference room, I quickly messaged Dante Castillo. ‘How’s my dad?’ I typed. His reply came shortly after. ‘The chairman is awake. His lungs are still weak, but he’s recovering.’ Relief flooded me as I thanked him, just as Mr. Harrington appeared to escort me to the meeting. Even from the hallway, I could hear voices filtering from the conference room. “Is the chairman here? We have documents that need his signature,” someone asked. As the door opened and I stepp