Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

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

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

Gazelle  Kyros 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

Two stylists attended to me, meticulously arranging the exquisite lace fabric against my skin. Thankfully, my makeup was flawless, masking the exhaustion from my restless night.   The discoveries Royal and I made yesterday continued to disturb me. Could his mother be the explanation for why Maximus is acting so strangely? And why did he have such an extensive medical history?   Royal was truly afraid of my relationship with Maximus, worried he might hurt me. Her anxious question replayed in my mind: “Are you sure about this marriage, Gazelle?” I assured her of my certainty—but in truth, what alternatives did I have at this point? Besides, Dr. Castillo practices as a surgeon. It seemed entirely plausible that Max had undergone medical procedures or hospitalizations in the past without my knowledge. The door creaked open, and the very man occupying my thoughts stepped inside. The stylists exc

“Dear Gazelle, I am utterly captivated by the intoxicating scent of your delicate pearl. Your fingers clutch my hair tightly as your hips move in a rhythm of pure bliss. My tongue ventures deeper, seeking the very peak from which pleasure flows. In this dream, no one else lays claim to you but me. In this dream, our bodies know no one else but each other. Your heart beats, mine calling out your name… Mine!” This was one of the messages Maximus sent me before; I still remember it clearly. I composed myself as I shook hands with the two men I had just learned were Maximus’ friends, aside from Dr. Castillo. One of them, an Englishman with auburn hair—the same shade as mine—introduced himself as Ivan Voltaire. The other was Luca Westwood, who had dark hair. I recognized him immediately! He had quite the reputation in my sorority. Almost half of the current members were his ex-girlf