I’m going crazy! No, I haven’t lost my mind yet! Maximus’ kisses have haunted me for days. Even now, I can sense the ghost of his taste lingering on my lips. ‘Get a grip…’ I waited for any word from Kyros, though I knew Stella wouldn’t dare tell him we had met. The moment their affair is exposed, it’s over for them. And she knows it. My phone lit up on the table, and a message from Royal flashed across the screen: “You’ll never guess who visited my jewelry shop this morning.” Me: “Kyros? He mentioned picking up the wedding rings.” Royal: “Did he also mention that Stella was with him? My staff said she was the one who tried on the ring because you two apparently have the same finger size. Can you believe that?” My stomach twisted. I need to confront Kyros. His growing comfort in publicly parading Stella around baffles me. I can’t let him suspect I’ve discovered their secret. Royal and I are close, so he must have known this news would reach me. The phone rang several tim
Kyros My leg bounced restlessly, fingers clenching and unclenching as Gazelle’s words echoed in my head: one of her sorority friends had been cheated on by her boyfriend. My hands trembled. My throat felt dry. The room walls seemed to close in, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. I’m fucking terrified! I have to end things with Stella—especially with just days left before Gazelle and I get married. I can’t let her slip through my fingers. I can’t imagine continuing my life without her. Damn it. Stella clung to me at Royal’s jewelry shop. With Gazelle’s friend’s absence, we had the confidence to pretend we were a couple. Still, since I was the buyer, someone must have noticed us. As soon as I made sure Gazelle was asleep, I slipped out and headed straight to where I’d relocated Stella. “Did you say something to any member of the sorority?” I asked Stella as soon as I saw her. My vision darkened with anger. “What? No! I-I didn’t!” She stepped back as she clutched the
Maximus eyed me intently. His gaze felt like it was examining every detail of my face, making me feel completely transparent. He took a deep breath before standing up and approaching me, closing our distance. I instinctively stepped back, unsure of where to go. My chest tightened, my heartbeat racing, and I gasped as he suddenly lifted me with ease, carrying me to the wide couch.He sat down, keeping me on his lap. The heat between us was suffocating, making my body tremble.“I-I…” The tension between us was palpable, creating an atmosphere charged with unspoken intentions. I squirmed, trying to break free from his hold.His eyes darkened. “Stop moving.”I froze at his command, my breath catching in my throat.“M-Max…”Without a word, he poured water into a glass from the center table with one hand and handed it to me. “Drink. You seem tense.” I was speechless! Wasn’t that his fault?Still, I took the glass, sipping obediently. After I returned the water glass, his thumb traced my
It was early dawn when I got home to the place Kyros and I shared, but he still wasn’t there. I checked my phone for his messages—nothing but an empty notification screen staring back at me. ‘He’s probably spending the night with Stella,’ I thought bitterly. Instead of waiting around, I headed straight to the hospital for work.Maximus’s words from last night suddenly resurfaced in my mind. He had consulted with a therapist five years ago? For what?A nagging unease settled in my chest. Looking back at the letters he sent me before, I realized something was deeply wrong with him. As a doctor, I could see it now—he was constructing some fantasy and forcing it into reality. I hadn’t noticed it then, but with time and experience, the signs were glaring.And this twisted, carnal thing between us? It was fucked up.I shouldn’t want it. I should be disgusted. But the more I tried to resist, the more I craved it. I should have hated this, but the bitterness I harbored toward Kyros somehow o
Kyros’ anxiety radiated through the phone, his breaths were shallow, his voice trembled as he searched for words that wouldn’t come. When I ended the call, I wasn’t just disconnecting our phones; I was ending the years we had built together.Kyros called nonstop. Then came the messages.“I will explain when I’m back. Please, Gazelle, listen to me.” “I know I shouldn’t have come here.” What exactly did he mean by that? That he shouldn’t have traveled to wherever he was?He shouldn’t have betrayed me!But his explanations no longer mattered. I felt nothing. The numbness had settled in.I headed to the Grand Hotel, where the wedding planner was making final arrangements. As soon as I entered, she greeted me with a bright smile.“Miss Gazelle, Mr. Ferrero made sure everything is set for tomorrow’s gathering,” sh
Maximus Gazelle’s eyes widened, shimmering with shock as she realized what I had done to her panties. She was a doctor specializing in reproductive health, accustomed to seeing countless genitals daily, yet somehow, she still looked so innocent.I can't help but feel the urge to claim her whenever those soft, plump lips part, as if silently calling for a kiss. Her eyes, so pure and innocent, ignite a deep, burning desire within me.I stepped out of the bedroom, where my assistant waited patiently. “Go to the shop downstairs and get a pair of baby pink underwear,” I instructed. “Your Ma’am needs it.” “Yes, Sir.” She left immediately to carry out my orders. Last week, when I saw that delicate pink lace underwear on the center table, I couldn’t resist. I brought it to my nose. I inhaled deeply, her scent overwhelming my senses, sending a sharp bolt of arousal through me. I saw things. I felt her. The beas
GazelleKyros kept calling me from various phone numbers, seemingly desperate to speak with me. His repeated attempts only intensified my frustration and annoyance.As if that wasn’t enough, Stella messaged me too. She had grown bolder—shameless, even.Stella: “Gazelle, I’m sorry for making you like a fool. But let’s be honest—if Kyros truly loved you, he wouldn’t have pursued a relationship with me. He remained by my side even as your wedding day approached. That proves he’s willing to do anything for me.”I arched an eyebrow at her message, unimpressed. I wasn’t about to waste my energy on her, but curiosity got the better of me. I checked her secret social media account, wondering what kind of mess they were in now. Sure enough, they were in Ravenshire, a city now under strict quarantine due to a sudden pandemic outbrea
Royal is probably three years older than me, and I’ve known her for over a decade since we often move in the same circles. Wherever her family is invited, my parents usually are too.Two bodyguards trailed behind us as we walked down the hallway, their presence making me uneasy. The farther we went, the fewer people we encountered—the Medical Records Department was tucked away at the far end of the building.I glanced back at them before nervously looking at Royal.“Is something wrong?” she asked.“No, nothing at all! I’m just...” I hesitated, unsure if she would understand. Only Kyros and my parents knew what I was going through. Maybe Maximus had an idea based on our last conversation.Royal turned to the bodyguards. “Give us some space. Stay at least five meters back.”They followed her order without hesitation, and I felt the tight
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
Maximus Ray of sunshine… my angel… Gazelle isn’t just beautiful—though God knows she truly is. There’s something deeper. It’s in the way she steadied me, the way her presence quieted the chaos inside of me.I finally understand why her name is Gazelle. She has the most mesmerizing irises—eyes that could unravel your heartbeat and turn it into madness. Her blue gaze was everything.When she appeared at Park Avenue, I genuinely believed I was hallucinating, perhaps experiencing another episode. But it was real. Yet she stood, real and radiant, in a white dress, guiding me toward the light I couldn’t see for days. I fought my own darkness because I knew how hard she fought hers.On my mother’s death anniversary, I was terrified—utterly wrecked. I saw things, heard Mom’s voice—her twisted lullabies haunting every corner of my mind.But when those blue irises came into view, time suspended itself, and all I yearned for was to reach out and hold her. Even now, I can scarcely believe she
My smile widened involuntarily when I spotted Maximus leaning against his car, absorbed in his phone. As I quickened my pace toward him, he looked up, immediately tucking the device away to give me his complete attention. I giggled before leaping into his arms, wrapping both my arms and legs around him in an enthusiastic embrace. “Ahhh… it’s funny how every time I want to see you, you’re already here—served up like a silver platter,” I teased with a grin. Maximus responded with a soft smile before pressing his lips gently against mine. In moments when I needed support, he was always there. Our embrace deepened, communicating more than words could express. Mr. Harrington cleared his throat deliberately—apparently having followed behind me unnoticed. I reluctantly disentangled myself from Max’s arms, heat rising to my cheeks. “Good evening, President Ferrero!” he greeted politely. Maximus gave a silent nod, but the assistant pushed on. “I… need something from you, Sir, if you
Un-fucking-fortunately, Cristina is indeed pregnant.“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I was in Dad’s hospital ward when Mr. Harrington broke the news. Cristina had been brought in by the police, along with Dr. Caldwell, for questioning. That’s when the bomb dropped—Cristina was expecting a child. Given that she was already at the police station, this reveal was no bluff. “She’s demanding to be excluded from the investigation, especially now that she’s having the Chairman’s baby,” Mr. Harrington said grimly. “You’re in a difficult position, Ms. Gazelle. Once the Chairman finds out, there’s a high probability he’ll forgive her—especially if she’s carrying another Sinclair heir.” He wasn’t wrong. Dad had been wanting another child for years. If Cristina’s baby turns out to be a boy, the likelihood of him not pressing charges against her is even greater. What I couldn’t wrap my head around was how Cristina managed to get pregnant by my dad in the first place—but I kept that thought to