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Dr. Caldwell clenched his jaw. “You’re an obstetrician. What do you know about a patient’s physical tests? Unless, of course, you think Chairman Sinclair is expecting a child?”I let out a quiet scoff. This man’s territorial behavior was revealing, but I wouldn’t let it distract me from my concerns.“You seem to forget that regardless of my specialty, I completed the same medical training you did. More importantly, as the only daughter of the Chairman, I have the final say,” I said, my voice turning cold. “I’m not here as a physician, Dr. Caldwell, and you’re not entitled to dismiss what I’m requesting.”My gaze dropped to my father, who sat on the bed. “Fine. Let’s say I have no right to interfere, but the patient does. Seeking a second opinion is standard medical practice.”Though my father appeared stable at the moment, I couldn’t ignore the subtle indicators; his skin bruised too quickly, a faint yellowish lingering. And I certainly couldn’t dis
“There’s nothing…” The assistant paused, deep in thought. “But I did notice that Ms. Cristina has been sending a smoothie to the chairman. He requested it every day, saying it made him feel stronger. Apparently, it’s one of the best drinks at Ms. Cristina’s restaurant,” Mr. Harrington explained.I exchanged a meaningful glance with Gianna across the room. No words were needed—we understood each other instantly.Turning back to Mr. Harrington, I gave firm instructions. “Order that exact same drink from her restaurant. I need to know its ingredients and preparation. Tell her the chairman is specifically requesting it.”“Understood, Ms. Gazelle.”I shifted my attention to Gianna. “Please ensure the samples go directly to Dr. Castillo… Dr. Caldwell’s people must not find out what we’re looking into, no matter what.”She gave a solemn nod before leaving quietly.With that settled, I buried myself in paperwork for the next few hours, reviewi
I allowed them a moment of privacy before confronting Dante again, still stunned by what I’d witnessed. “Leave us alone, Gianna,” I said quietly. She gave a quiet nod before turning and walking out of the clinic. She didn’t owe me any explanations, yet I couldn’t shake the nagging curiosity about how far her connection with the doctor went. “I don’t want to get in the middle of your situation,” I began carefully, “but I’m concerned about Gianna becoming distracted from her responsibilities. Perhaps that’s why Max doesn’t want her working with me anymore.” Dante ran his fingers through his hair with a sigh. “I understand your concern. The thing is, I was thrown off when I saw you with her right after your chief resident called you. So that you know, we were exes before you started thinking badly of me.” “Ex?” I echoed. “Yeah. She left the university, and then suddenly, I found her working alongside you.” I took a deep breath before revealing my true purpose. “I came here because
Entering a place like this reawakens my deepest fears. The enclosed space constricts my breathing—especially since it hasn’t even been a month since I was rescued from frostbite and pneumonia.Despite this overwhelming dread, I force myself forward.I must trust my strength now. My husband needs me, whatever darkness he’s battling.Daylight filters through the penthouse windows, yet the drawn curtains cast long shadows across the rooms, creating an unsettling atmosphere that feels suspended between day and night.A sudden crash shattered the silence.I flinched, my body tensing on instinct. My breath caught in my throat. Then, without a second thought, I dropped my luggage by the door and rushed toward the sound.My heart pounded as I pushed the door open. Even in the dim light, I saw the wreckage: shattered vases lay in glittering fragments across the floor, hotel furniture lay broken and overturned, and personal belonging
I stood up briefly and retrieved my abandoned bag to message Gianna, letting her know I was safe. She needed reassurance, and I didn't want her to worry.I also texted Dante: “I'm with Maximus now. I'll try to convince him to return to Bryston as soon as possible.” There was no need to wait for his reply, though Gianna had quickly messaged me that she was in her suite if I needed anything. Maximus's eyes fluttered open as I reentered the room, searching anxiously until they found me. Even though I was only gone for a moment, his face showed a hint of vulnerability. I walked back to the king-size bed.“Are you real?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.“Of course I am,” I assured him, recognizing he still hadn't fully anchored himself to the present.I lay beside him again, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.“This is the best I've felt in days… I'm not going anywhere, babe... I'll stay. Let's sleep together, hmm…”His embrace tightened a
His question caught me off guard. I carefully lathered the foam over his cheeks, my gaze lingering on him. “And where do you think I’ll go?” He remained silent. “Didn’t I stay last night? I’m only going back to Bryston with you.” I began shaving his thick beard, my hands steady despite the tension between us. When I finished, I couldn’t resist pressing my lips to his once more. Maximus seized control. In one swift motion, he lifted me onto the bathroom countertop. His lips traveled from my neck, tracing a heated path downward. “You are mine, Gazelle… I’m going fucking crazy just thinking about the day you might leave me. But if that day ever comes and you have to go… I’ll let you. Do you understand?” I nipped at his neck, my lips lingering against his skin. “Banish the thought, President Ferrero. Your body, your wealth—everything about you is mine…” A low hum of approval rumbled in his chest. “Good,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow, teasing circles along m
The nurse that Dante and I caught in my dad’s room attempted to flee, but Gianna intercepted her outside the door, restraining her swiftly. “Let go of me!” the nurse cried out, struggling against Gianna’s grip. “Oh my God!” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. My dad looked unwell when he was first admitted, but now… now he looks even worse. His skin was pale, and his face looked hollow. A cold dread seeped into my bones. “Dante…” His name escaped my lips as a trembling whisper. Dante checked my dad’s vital signs, his expression grave. “The chairman’s heartbeat is dangerously weak.” I shuddered at his words. Despite our strained relationship, concern for my dad overwhelmed me. Whatever differences we had, he was still my dad, and I loved him deeply. Moving with practiced efficiency, Dante reached for the phone and contacted a hepatologist. The commotion attracted attention throughout the floor, and the nurse we caught looked terrified. “Please... I was just following
“Dr. Caldwell, after you collected samples from my dad for laboratory testing, I went ahead and took another sample for independent examination,” I announced to the room. “I need confirmation from multiple sources before I can accept these positive results.” Cristina’s face contorted in theatrical distress. “How could you, Gazelle? Your dad is already so weak, and you subjected him to more tests? My poor husband...” She dabbed at her eyes, though not a single tear had fallen. Dante addressed the hospital director directly. “Sir, this is precisely why I filed my formal complaint against Dr. Caldwell. He tampered with Chairman Sinclair’s lab results. The tests he ordered mysteriously showed no abnormalities, contradicting the concerning results that Dr. Sinclair and I obtained from this very hospital. Furthermore, he intentionally omitted the CT scan to examine the chairman’s lungs.” I fixed Dr. Caldwell with an unflinching stare, watching as his professional demeanor began to cr
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