All Chapters of Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Maximus had been gone for three days, having left for Park Avenue on business, and I felt his absence acutely with each passing night. Despite our regular FaceTime calls that allowed me to see his face, the longing persisted. Today marked Tessa’s final day as an intern at the hospital. She denied the accusation that she had planned to harm Stella’s child. After all, it was Stella who had bribed her to eliminate the pregnancy. Whether or not Tessa and Kyros were still together, I had no idea. All I know is that Stella would do anything to avoid divorcing Kyros, especially now that she has his name as his wife. After emerging from the labor room, where I had spent six exhausting hours assisting with cesarean delivery, I realized I couldn’t locate Gianna anywhere. The mother was stable now, though she still needed a blood transfusion to restore her depleted levels. The department was bustling—three emergency cases had arrived almost simultaneously, keeping all medical personnel eng

Kyros “Mr. Ferrero, I didn’t do anything wrong. Please believe me,” Tessa pleaded, her voice trembling through her tears as I sat across from her in her small apartment. Her youthful face, framed by disheveled hair, projected an air of wounded innocence that was difficult to dismiss. I met her at a bar the same night I saw Gazelle, radiating a happiness that no longer had anything to do with me, with my brother. In my alcohol-clouded judgment, I mistook Tessa for her—just for a moment. But that moment was enough to set everything in motion. And so, I took her to a hotel. Like Stella, Tessa possessed a particular talent for flattery and attention that soothed my wounded ego. Their affection—or perhaps the performance of affection—provided comfort, especially during intimate moments when I could forget my troubles. As my marriage with Stella deteriorated, Tessa became my refuge. I was the one who secured her position at the hospital, partly motivated by a childish desire to pro

Confusion overwhelmed me. The mere thought of Maximus’ mother mentioning me sent an icy shiver creeping down my spine. How unhinged—how utterly disturbing—was that?As far as I knew, Maximus’ mother had been dead for years. Had she somehow seen me when I was a baby? If not, then perhaps she had at least seen my mother while she was pregnant with me.Or maybe… and this thought terrified me most… it was all in Maximus’ mind.I squeezed my eyes shut, my pulse hammering against my ribs. I didn’t want to face the truth. There was a very real possibility that Maximus had inherited his mother’s illness—and that terrified me.This scenario seemed increasingly plausible with all the strange behaviors he’d exhibited. ‘Gazelle, get a grip.’ How could I help my husband when I wasn’t even sure what I was dealing with?I could tell that Dante was uneasy, avoiding my gaze as if he wished to be anywhere but here. He wanted to leave the room—to avoid this conversation altogether—but I couldn’t let h

My eyes narrowed, silently conveying my thoughts. “I’m not asking as a doctor; I’m inquiring as a concerned family member.”Cristina seized the moment to scold and humiliate me in front of the doctor. “Stop it, Gazelle! Why do you act like you know more than Dr. Caldwell? You don’t even visit my husband. What right do you have to be concerned about? Are you hoping Dr. Caldwell will confirm some imagined complication?”Dr. Caldwell’s gaze settled on me as he replied, “It’s not unusual for someone of the Chairman’s age to experience fatigue and weight loss. I’ll prescribe vitamins and supplements to help stabilize his condition if that would reassure you.” My father frowned. “Dr. Caldwell, it’s best if you just leave the room. If there’s no problem with my body, then there’s no problem! Your arguments are only making my headache worse.”The doctor nodded respectfully. “I’ll return in four hours to check on you again, Chairman Sinclair.”Before leaving, he glanced meaningfully in my dire

A lump formed in my throat, making it difficult to swallow as the terrible realization washed over me. I was shaken by the information that Maximus’ mother had been completely normal when she married Chairman Ferrero, yet within five years, her mental illness had drastically worsened. The chief continued, her voice gentle but firm. “When you decided to marry him, I wanted to stop you. I didn’t want your life to be ruined, Gazelle. But it was your choice… Besides, if he could run a multimillion-dollar company and oversee its projects, I thought there was no way he could have inherited his mother’s condition.” A chilling thought crept in. This may have explained why my mother had kept it secret that Maximus was the one who saved me from that island. Had she been trying to keep me away from him? Maximus must be terrified of his dark past. And now, the pieces were coming together—the lack of any romantic history, the absence of a single reported woman despite relentless media att