All Chapters of Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“There’s nothing…” The assistant paused, deep in thought. “But I did notice that Ms. Cristina has been sending a smoothie to the chairman. He requested it every day, saying it made him feel stronger. Apparently, it’s one of the best drinks at Ms. Cristina’s restaurant,” Mr. Harrington explained.I exchanged a meaningful glance with Gianna across the room. No words were needed—we understood each other instantly.Turning back to Mr. Harrington, I gave firm instructions. “Order that exact same drink from her restaurant. I need to know its ingredients and preparation. Tell her the chairman is specifically requesting it.”“Understood, Ms. Gazelle.”I shifted my attention to Gianna. “Please ensure the samples go directly to Dr. Castillo… Dr. Caldwell’s people must not find out what we’re looking into, no matter what.”She gave a solemn nod before leaving quietly. With that settled, I buried myself in paperwork for the next few hours, reviewi

Entering a place like this reawakens my deepest fears. The enclosed space constricts my breathing—especially since it hasn’t even been a month since I was rescued from frostbite and pneumonia.Despite this overwhelming dread, I force myself forward.I must trust my strength now. My husband needs me, whatever darkness he’s battling. Daylight filters through the penthouse windows, yet the drawn curtains cast long shadows across the rooms, creating an unsettling atmosphere that feels suspended between day and night. A sudden crash shattered the silence.I flinched, my body tensing on instinct. My breath caught in my throat. Then, without a second thought, I dropped my luggage by the door and rushed toward the sound. My heart pounded as I pushed the door open. Even in the dim light, I saw the wreckage: shattered vases lay in glittering fragments across the floor, hotel furniture lay broken and overturned, and personal belonging

His question caught me off guard. I carefully lathered the foam over his cheeks, my gaze lingering on him. “And where do you think I’ll go?” He remained silent. “Didn’t I stay last night? I’m only going back to Bryston with you.” I began shaving his thick beard, my hands steady despite the tension between us. When I finished, I couldn’t resist pressing my lips to his once more. Maximus seized control. In one swift motion, he lifted me onto the bathroom countertop. His lips traveled from my neck, tracing a heated path downward. “You are mine, Gazelle… I’m going fucking crazy just thinking about the day you might leave me. But if that day ever comes and you have to go… I’ll let you. Do you understand?” I nipped at his neck, my lips lingering against his skin. “Banish the thought, President Ferrero. Your body, your wealth—everything about you is mine…” A low hum of approval rumbled in his chest. “Good,” he murmured, his thumb tracing slow, teasing circles along m

“Dr. Caldwell, after you collected samples from my dad for laboratory testing, I went ahead and took another sample for independent examination,” I announced to the room. “I need confirmation from multiple sources before I can accept these positive results.” Cristina’s face contorted in theatrical distress. “How could you, Gazelle? Your dad is already so weak, and you subjected him to more tests? My poor husband...” She dabbed at her eyes, though not a single tear had fallen. Dante addressed the hospital director directly. “Sir, this is precisely why I filed my formal complaint against Dr. Caldwell. He tampered with Chairman Sinclair’s lab results. The tests he ordered mysteriously showed no abnormalities, contradicting the concerning results that Dr. Sinclair and I obtained from this very hospital. Furthermore, he intentionally omitted the CT scan to examine the chairman’s lungs.” I fixed Dr. Caldwell with an unflinching stare, watching as his professional demeanor began to cr

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