Giselle Von Howard was born into unimaginable wealth as the daughter of Lord Benjamin von Howard, the richest man in the city. Determined to forget her own path, she abandoned her privileged life and concealed her true identity to marry Patrick Hilton, the CEO of Hilton Group. But after three years of what she believed was a fairytale marriage, Giselle’s world crumbled when she discovered Patrick’s infidelity with his childhood friend, Becky. Subjected to relentless cruelty from Patrick and his family, Giselle is forced to confront the painful truth about her life and love. In a final act of defiance, she divorces Patrick, leaving behind the glittering facade of the Hilton legacy to reclaim her dignity and rediscover herself. But after they divorced, Patrick discovered that he can't do without Giselle. He comes to understand that he can't get Giselle out of his mind, he's deeply in love with Giselle and he wants her back. Patrick was eager to win Giselle back by all means. Will Giselle ever come back to Patrick again?
View MorePatrick’s POVThe hospital lobby was suffocating. The sterile white walls, the quiet hum of machines, the murmurs of worried visitors all pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off.Becky was still in the ward, her condition uncertain. My mother and Debbie sat stiffly on the uncomfortable waiting chairs, their faces drawn with worry. I knew they expected me to sit with them, to wait out the storm, but I couldn’t.Not now.My phone had already vibrated five times in the last ten minutes. Each time, my assistant’s messages became more urgent. The financial reports were showing a catastrophic downturn. Hilton Group’s assets were vanishing overnight.I ran a frustrated hand through my hair and turned to my mother and sister.“Take care of Becky,” I said quickly. “I have an emergency at work.”Debbie frowned. “Patrick, what’s going on?”My mother crossed her arms. “What could possibly be more important than being here?”I exhaled sharply. “I don’t have time for this.”“Patrick!”
Giselle's POVI was frozen in fear, my heart pounding against the walls of my ribcage as I gazed up at Nicholas. His freezing blue eyes held me captive, his jaw working."So, you're pregnant." His voice was a crack of thunder in my ears.I curl a protective hand over my belly, cradling the tiny life inside me. My throat tightened, and I staggered backwards into my bedroom.Nicholas followed me, his movements slow and graceful as he shut the door. The air around us was thick, oppressive. And then, in a dam-break flood of emotion, the tears I had held inside me for weeks brust free. I fell on the bed and wept deeply.Nicholas was beside me in an instant. His muscular massive arms folded me, pulling me into his chest. His warmth, his immovable solidity, it was so comforting. I grasped him, fist twisting in the material of his shirt as if he was the only anchor that stopped me from drowning in my sorrow."Shh...," He murmured, running his fingers through my hair. "You don't have to cry,
Patrick's POVThe waiting room at the hospital was unusually still, with only the gentle tick of clock above the reception breaking the silence and the faraway, muted thrum of the nurses as they moved between the corridors, to and fro. The pungent scent of the antiseptic filled my lungs, but I barely noticed it. My mind was somewhere I was not. My eyes were glued to the doors of the emergency department, now shut behind Becky who had been swept inside a moment ago.I combed a hand through the matted hair, letting out a frustrated, deep breath. How had this happened?Becky had collapsed so quickly at the party, shouting out in agony. The raw terror that I experienced at the moment was complete. I had picked her up into my car, sped through red lights, and reached the hospital in a flash.And I was standing here with my mom and Debbie, the both of us steamrolled like I was, but for totally different reasons.I was praying to myself in my heart. Please. don't harm Becky. Not because I ca
Giselle's POVWhen I finally get into my room, the silence in the room was deafening, yet my mind was anything but quiet. Memories clashed over me like a relentless storm. Each one was sharp, vivid and mercilessly cruel. I could still see Patrick's face, twisted in the shock a s disbelief as her realized that the woman he had once dismissed as a nobody was the Von Howard's heiress. His pride had been shattered in front of those people and for the first time, he had been focused to acknowledge my worth. Good. He deserved it. I could picture his anger frustration as her tried for each me, only to be stopped by my father's guards. I imagined the humiliation that was burned through him when Nicholas ordered him to leave. I let out a bitter laugh and whispered to myself, "Serves him right." Patrick had thrown my love into the mud, treated me like a doormat, made me feel worthless, discarded me for another woman only to learn that I had already been someone out of his league. But I wasn't
Patrick's POVThe evening press oppressed me, stifling life from every action. The shame, the shock, the overwhelming realization that I was wedded to Giselle Von Howard—the heiress Von Howard—swirled my head.I needed to talk to her.I had to hear it from her own lips why she hid it from me, why she stayed behind my shadow when she could have occupied the highest pedestal.I shouldered through the partygoers, searching the opulent ballroom for visions of her.The air buzzed with gossip, eyes lingering on me, but I did not mind. I was not leaving there without laying eyes on Giselle.I pushed through to the VIP section where she had disappeared into, two enormous men in black suits standing in my way."I have to see Giselle," I insisted, trying to push past them.One of the guards, a giant, shifted hardly at all as he spoke. "I'm sorry, sir, but Miss Von Howard isn't seeing visitors." Miss Von Howard.The privilege hurt more sharply than I had expected. "She'll see me," I persisted. "I wa
Patrick's POVI was as hard as wood, fists clenched so tightly they were pounding nails into flesh. I churned with rage in my belly as I replayed the meeting over and over again—Giselle walking away with head held high in victory, brother lagging behind, leaving me panting for air in shame.Her self-satisfied, idiotic grin provoked another rage simmering below me to a boil. How the bloody hell had she managed it, then?Becky was sitting beside me, her hand on my arm, but I hardly even noticed. She was droning on about some inconsequential rubbish, no doubt attempting to soothe my wounded pride, but I was hearing nothing but Giselle. The woman I'd manipulated.The woman to whom I had made no vows.The woman who had just told me and the rest of mankind that she was everything. "Patrick, is something the matter?" Becky's hand rested on my chest. I barely looked at her. "Not now, Becky."She scowled, obviously irritated that I was not meeting her eyes, but before she could protest again,
Giselle's POVThe moment Becky called for security, I knew she made the biggest mistake of her life. But instead of reacting, I stood my ground, watching as the two guards approached with caution yet firm expression. "Miss," One of them said, his voice neutral and authoritative,"we need to see your invitation." I turned my gaze to him unwavering."I don't have one." A hushed murmur rippled through the crowd, the guest watching with anticipation, eager for drama. The guards, however remain professional though I could see a hint of unease in their stance. "Miss, without an invitation, we have no choice but to escort you out." I arched a brow."is that so." Patrick who has been standing few stance away, suddenly stepped forward, shaking his head in desperation. "Giselle, stop this nonsense and leave you're embarrassing yourself." I let out a low chuckle, crossing my arm."Really? We'll soon see who the real fool is." Patrick's jaw clenched at my word, but before he could respond, Becky step
The Grand chandeliers of Howard castle's ballroom sparkled like a sky full of stars, casting a golden glow over the sea of guest dressed in the most extravagant outfits money could buy. The air filled with sophistication, champagne glasses clicked, the rich laughter echoed, and geh scent of rose and expensive cologne filled the room. And then, I walked in. The moment my heel clicked the marble floor, there was this thin silence that fell over the room. Eyes turned, mouths parted in astonishment and whispers ignited like wildfire. I knew I looked breathtaking.I was wearing a limited edition Elie-Saab gown, one of the most expensive creations from the brands latest collection, and ethereal, deep sapphire dress adorned with intricate crystal embroidery, hugging my curves and flowing like liquid silk. It was a masterpiece, designed only for the wealthiest elite and I wore it effortlessly. Jewelry from Cartier gleamed against my skin, a delicate diamond necklace and a matching earrings th
Patrick's POV I started each morning waking up to tht smell of freshly brewed coffee.Dark brown, rich brown, and just so nicely brewed. The way I liked it. But today, going into the dining room, something was off. I glanced at the table. No hot cup of coffee. No pleasant smell circulating. My brow fell into a scroll as I rubbed my head, a strange sensation of emptiness. Hell. I had become so used to it that I noticed anymore when she was not around anymore. Giselle. Always woke me up earlier before me. Always had the coffee ready for me, just the right level of bitterness and heat to get me going for work in the mornings. And now? Nothing. Just an empty cold counter. I shook my head, trying to shake the icky feeling down my spine. I shouldn't be doing this. I'd told myself I wouldn't regret my actions.Becky was still sleeping when I left the bedroom. I didn't wake her. Didn't want to.Not because of anything, but because, for the first time since I'd decided to do it, doubt was alre
Giselle's POVThe sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air as I sat on the hospital bed, my heart racing with anticipation. The doctor had just walked in, her kind eyes crinkling as she glanced at the file in her hands."Congratulations, Mrs. Von Howard," she said warmly, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts. "You're pregnant."Pregnant. The word echoed in my mind, a mix of disbelief and excitement surging through me. I stared at her, my breath caught in my chest."I'm pregnant?" I whispered, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach."Yes," the doctor confirmed with a smile. "About seven weeks along. Make sure you get plenty of rest, eat well, and avoid stress. It's crucial for both you and the baby."I nodded, my hand still resting on my stomach, where a tiny life was beginning to grow. A rush of emotions overwhelmed me—joy, disbelief, and a deep longing to share this moment with Patrick, my husband."I didn’t think it was possible," I murmured, my voice barely audible.The d...
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