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A DOUBTFUL TRIP

Auteur: INKLADY
last update Date de publication: 2025-03-25 23:38:50

Patrick's POV

I stood in front of my closet, unfolding a fresh new navy-blue business suit, bracing myself for it to be an all-dayer. Miami was looming in front of me, and this trip wasn't a vacation, it was a time needed for me to clear my head and figure out what in the world was going on in my life.

My mother was also visiting, and that complicated things. She had been nagging me about Becky since Victor spoke of the marriage offer. She thought it was the best thing, but I did not know. The
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    Fourth day after the twins are born"She won't take it." Kaelin was trying to get the stronger twin to suck milk off her finger, baby kept turning her head screaming. "It's been two days since she nursed right.""Keep trying." Serna had the weak one, the one that kept choking. This one wouldn't even open its mouth, just made these sounds like something dying."I've tried thirty fucking times." Kaelin dipped her finger again, baby knocked it away with a tiny fist. "She doesn't want it.""She has to want something." Serna looked at the baby in her arms, skin going gray, you could see every rib. "This one's gonna die.""They're both gonna die." Elira was with Lyra, still out from yesterday's cutting, fever still cooking her. "Babies born this early need their mother's milk. Nothing else works.""What about another wolf's milk?" Rhea asked from the door. "Someone else who's nursing.""Tried yesterday." Elira didn't look up. "Woman in south wing, her baby's three weeks old. Got some of her

  • THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE   WHISPERS IN THE MIRROR

    (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

  • THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE   WHISPERS IN THE MIRROR

    (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

  • THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE   THE STORM BEFORE THE CALM

    (Patrick's POV)Sunlight fought with the thick cream curtains over the hotel window. I leaned against the window, phone and coffee in hand. Nothing. No call. No missed call. Still nothing from Giselle. The silence shattered as oppressive as ever, weighing on my chest like a boulder.Becky slept on the couch in the living room. She had insisted on being near me, but I had not been talkative with her. I had not been capable of fighting or of explaining. My mind was with Giselle—her vanishing, uncertainty, question marks that fill every moment of consciousness.I flipped through my album, where I stopped on a picture of Giselle taken at her last public appearance. She had worn that stunning blue dress, the one that shimmered as moonlight on rippling water. I remembered her laughter that evening, how it stayed in my head even when the paparazzi had stopped snapping pictures.A knock at the door broke my concentration. I opened it to Clara, my assistant, who stood in the doorway with a fol

  • THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE   BY SHADOWS AND TRUTH

    (Patrick's POV)The sun dipped low as I stood by the balcony door of the hotel suite, a wind in Miami's air brushing my face with whispers of destiny. I barely slept in the last two nights, and Giselle's silence was becoming too deafening. I checked my phone again, trying hard to call hers. Still busy.Becky had been quiet all morning. Too quiet. And I was too distracted to realize it. I just needed to hear Giselle, see her, know that she was alive."Patrick," my mother had tried to say a little while ago, trying to deflect the subject, "Becky's issue. she needs your help.""She needs my help because she fell trying to get my phone," I had answered, my voice colder than I intended it to be.Becky hadn't spoken to me since. And I hadn't spoken to her. I couldn't pretend, not with everything unraveling inside me.My ringing phone jolted me out of sleep. It was Debbie."Hey, Debbie," I said, already sensing the panic in her voice."Patrick, please. I need you to drive me to the contestan

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  • THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE   A HOUSE OF CHOAS

    Patrick's POVThe drive home was a rage-filled, insane blur—of something else too, something I wasn't confronting. Giselle's words still lingered in my head, slicing and cutting like a knife. "Tell me something, Patrick. If the situation were reversed—if I were down on my knees, begging for your he

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-21

  • THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE   PULLING THREADS OUT

    Patrick's POVI simply stood there for hours, at least I'm sure I did, staring at the door that Becky and my mom had departed through. My heart continued to thump inside my chest, and nothing could convince me to shake the suffocating sense that my entire life was absolutely spiraling out of contro

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-21

  • THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE   THE HEADLINES

    Patrick's POVThe Sun was only a glimmer on the horizon outside my windows as I grumbled my way out of bed, fatigue sticking to me like a second skin. Another day to endure.I was sleeping barely at all these days. With the money crisis that my company was undergoing and the romance scandal that I

    last updateDernière mise à jour : 2026-03-20

  • THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE   THE VOWS ARE MADE

    Patrick's POVThe waiting room at the hospital was unusually still, with only the gentle tick of clock above the reception breaking the silence and the faraway, muted thrum of the nurses as they moved between the corridors, to and fro. The pungent scent of the antiseptic filled my lungs, but I bare

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