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
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
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.
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
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 right no
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! Afte
Seven years of love meant nothing against seven months of betrayal. Some promises are easier to break than to keep. Kyros Arnaud Ferrero, the man I met at 17, was supposed to be my forever. Never did I imagine that his love would come with a betrayal. He loved me, yet he could hurt and betray me with the very friend I trusted.He could lie and cheat without even batting an eye. To get back at him, I married the brother he despises most—the current president of his company. *** Gazelle “You have an emergency shift tonight at the hospital. Patients have been scheduled and chosen to give birth today. I’m really sorry, Dr. Sinclair.” That was the message from my chief resident—one I never imagined would lead me to the truth about my fiancé’s betrayal.As a second-year OB-GYN resident, this marked the second year she assigned me to duty on Valentine’s Day.My dedication to medicine had always guided my choices, so I replied, “Noted. I’ll be at the hospital by the afternoon.” The sacr
Lunch didn’t seem appealing—especially a meal that would be hard to stomach. So, I simply said, “It’s fine. I’ll eat at the hospital instead.”A gentle knock interrupted us, and the secretary appeared with paper bags in hand. As she passed them to Kyros, our eyes met briefly. “Happy Hearts Day, baby.” Kyros retrieved a box from one of the bags and carefully fastened its contents around my wrist. “The bracelet suits you perfectly,” he murmured, pressing his lips to my knuckles. I glanced at the other bag.“What’s inside? Is that for me, too?” I asked, feigning curiosity despite already knowing the answer.“A pair of earrings. Mom asked me to buy them along with my order when she found out I was purchasing from this brand.”“Oh.” I gave him the chance to come clean, to choose honesty over deception. But his lie only added to the chaos already swirling in my mind.He pulled me into a warm embrace. “Does this mean I’ll be having dinner alone tonight? I made a reservation at an Italian r
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! Afte
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 right no
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