All Chapters of THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

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 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 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

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,