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Patrick's POVI stood at the entrance of my mansion, my eyes locked on the tail lights of the car as it disappeared down the long driveway. The cold evening breeze, swept past me, but I barely felt it. My hands curls into a fist at my sides.She left. Just like that.I expected screaming. Tears. Maybe even a slap. Giselle just left.It made no sense. Wasn't she supposed to fight for me?To beg? To demand for an explanation?But instead, she walked away like I meant nothing. Like we were nothing.A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. So, she gave up on me that easily? Over what? A handsome face guy.She must be joking. She'd be back. She always comes back. And I'll be here when she does. I thought to myself. I slow mocking voice broke my thought."She'll be back to beg soon. " My mother, Karen said, stepping beside me.I didn't turn to look at her. I knew that smug expression was on her face, the one she always wore when things were going her way."She's not only useless but she's a whore too.
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Giselle's POVAs we pulled away from the mansion, the place where my heart had been shattered beyond recognition, I pressed my face against the chilled glass window, misting the glass with my breath. My hand clench into a fist on my lap, the sting of the pain in my hand filled my whole body. The city lights streamed past, yellow and white ribbons on black night, but I saw nothing but him. Patrick. The man I thought would be my forever. The man I had made into what he is today. The man who shattered me.My mind returned to the beginning, to the time when Patrick was a struggling businessman with dreams bigger than his pocket He'd been poor and into many debt barely scraping by. But I, foolish, naive, in love had thrown myself at him, believing he was worth every penny. "You're the only one I trust with my heart, Giselle," Patrick had once whispered. "With you by my side, I can achieve anything." And I had believed.I used my influence as the daughter of the Von Howard family—the wealthi
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Giselle's POV Dad smiled, a peace, satisfied smile. "That's my girl" he said.Nicholas immediately jumped into the conversation to elaborate more. " The entire city will be there, Gigi." Nicholas said, his voice filled with an almost boyish enthusiasm. "Politicians, business moguls, aristocrats, all the prominent families in the city." My heart swelled a little at the thought. It was finally happening.For years, I had been the hidden heiress, the whispered name in the society circles. People had speculated about me. Painted their own version of who I was but no one had eventually see me. Even if they did, I didn't look it. Until now."This will be a grand debut," father added, his voice rich and stead."And as the Von Heiress, you must look your absolute best. We've arranged for the best designers, jewelers and stylist." I sat up slightly, my excitement growing. "Father, I don't need a grand entrance." I said, though deep down, I knew I didn't entirely mean it. "You underestimate ho
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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
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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
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(Giselle's POV)I was wide awake. The hotel room was too quiet, too quiet for the chaos of thoughts churning in my brain. The ceiling fan creaked pointlessly above me, creating shadow performances on the cream-colored walls. I flipped onto my side, the silk sheets sticking, and stared at the bright face of my phone. No message. No call.Patrick hadn't called in days.I was predestined to be consumed by the Miss World pageant of beauty—the repetitious rehearsal runs, dress fittings, and television spots. I was the face everyone longed to see, the name on every billboard, the woman who had it all. It was all only illusion for me today, though, a sparkly diversion from hurt set on clinging.I winced and sat up, wrapping a robe around me. The door to the balcony was ajar, and the smell of sea breeze wafted in. I went out barefoot, arms wrapped around myself as cold tiles tiptoed acros
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(Giselle's POV)I was wide awake. The hotel room was too quiet, too quiet for the chaos of thoughts churning in my brain. The ceiling fan creaked pointlessly above me, creating shadow performances on the cream-colored walls. I flipped onto my side, the silk sheets sticking, and stared at the bright face of my phone. No message. No call.Patrick hadn't called in days.I was predestined to be consumed by the Miss World pageant of beauty—the repetitious rehearsal runs, dress fittings, and television spots. I was the face everyone longed to see, the name on every billboard, the woman who had it all. It was all only illusion for me today, though, a sparkly diversion from hurt set on clinging.I winced and sat up, wrapping a robe around me. The door to the balcony was ajar, and the smell of sea breeze wafted in. I went out barefoot, arms wrapped around myself as cold tiles tiptoed across my toes. Miami city lights glowed far away, a city of dreams and deception."Why are you doing this, Pat
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Giselle's POVMy silence and Patrick's lingered behind us once we'd spoken. Not the type that creeps up and skinnies and tickles with anxiety, but instead a dense variety, filled by both parties and left untouched due to neither wishing to add any more bulk into the world. I had plopped on the couch, wrapped my legs tightly into my center, soft light from the lamp in the room casting limp shadow on the ceiling.He hadn't pushed. He hadn't insisted. That alone was reassuring and unnerving. Patrick was the one who always stepped back when I stepped back, and for some reason that always made me feel safer with him. But tonight I had wished he would have insisted—wished he would have pushed me to tell him everything I had kept locked inside.Because the truth was choking me.Victor had called me again.I didn't reply. I couldn't. His final message he ever sent just lingered in my inbox, unread: "You'll never be safe without me."He was right, at least—everything had felt unreal. Because I
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Patrick's POVThe pounding waves on the beach was the raw, distant sound of the thunder. I was standing in front of the balcony of the suite, looking out over the ocean. The sky was a darker blue with an orange tint to it as the sun started to set. The peace of what I was seeing was such a contrast to the storm that raged inside of me.I had hoped that time would mend the gap between me and Giselle. But distance and silence could not remove the pain, the disillusion, or the deceptions that had built up between us. I had hoped that if I came here, if I was merely there, I could mend everything.But even then, after I'd made the reconciliation gesture, part of me was like walking on glass.I hadn't spoken to Giselle in reality since we'd talked on the beach. She'd retreated again into her silence, and this wall was there between us. One I wasn't sure I could climb.The ring of my phone reminded me of what was real. It was Grace on the phone."Patrick," her voice grated across the phone.
THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE WHISPERS OF FIRE
Giselle's POVThe ocean breeze swept over my hotel room floor-to-ceiling sheer flowing curtains, stroking my skin with the softness of silk. I was standing at the glass, arms crossed, looking out toward the horizon where the sky was dancing with the waves. Miami was another type of wildness—noisy and restive. But I was weary of twinkly lights and further cacophony of applause.My phone went quiet once more. No calls. No texts. Patrick hadn't called or texted me since that strange message he'd sent two nights before—the one where his voice broke, like he was holding something fragile and already letting it go.I wrapped my robe more securely around me and went to the dresser. My hair smelled of vanilla and gardenias, my skin still warm from the bath I'd indulged in a little while ago. Today was meant to be peaceful, but this ache was in my breast. As if something was waking up, something was moving. and I wasn't prepared."Ma'am," one of my guards knocked on the door, entering. "Miss G
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Giselle's POVI couldn't breathe.Not because my practice corset was too tight—though it was stuck to me like a vice—because the dressing room walls kept closing in with every untexted moment, every unspoken one, every time I blinked and Patrick's face flashed before me in the darkness.He was there for me.I knew the moment he walked into the lobby. My father had eyes and ears everywhere, but even if he hadn't, I would have known. The air around me shifted. My heart shifted. My phone was in off mode when Becky called me, crying, accusingly, bewildered. I did not need the explanations. Not yet. My world had swerved too far from its axis. I had wished for silence to put it on a straight axis once more.But silence was treacherous. It betrayed things into me I did not want to know."Giselle," my assistant Sarah had called at the door. "Five minutes before last rehearsal. Ready?" "Coming," I had replied, rising from the velvet couch and regarding myself in the mirror.The woman in th
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Patrick's POVI couldn't sleep.I reclined on the hotel bed looking up at the ceiling fan, its soft whirring mingling with the hum in my head. I was in Miami but felt more distant from all I ever knew. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows with dance motions on the wall. My phone was silent, face down on the nightstand.Giselle had yet to call me back.I rolled over on my side, pulling the comforter up over my chest like it could shield me from the shame crawling all over my body. Why wasn't she answering? Why wasn't her number still open? Dozens of questions ran through my mind—had something happened to her? Or was she just. done with me?Becky's face remembered, scowling in anger when she pilfered my phone from off my person earlier. How she crumpled. The terror in the shriek she let out. The crying, the trembling of her hands laid over her belly. And I? I had taken a step back. Like a coward.I groaned and sat up straight, running my hand through my hair. I needed some air
