Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

“To the hospital!” I told Ivan, my voice tight and urgent. “Are you certain that’s where they’re headed?” “Yes, because I know Gazelle,” I replied, anxiety churning in my stomach. “She wouldn’t follow my instructions to rest at the villa. She’d rather spend her time at the hospital.” Ivan shook his head; eyes fixed on the road. “You knew that about her, yet you still saw fit to disregard her?” I gritted my teeth. His words stung because they were true. No response came to my lips. I’d been careless, and there was no denying it. If something happened to Gazelle or her pregnancy because of my negligence, I would never forgive myself. And Gazelle has every right to hate me. Ivan pressed the accelerator, the engine roaring in response. Dante followed close behind in another car with Lucas and bodyguards in another. We overtook a slower car, swerving dangerously before nearly colliding with an oncoming vehicle. Ivan’s sports car lurched back into the proper lane at the last moment. “

This isn't real. It can't be real. That's what I kept telling myself as waves of anger surged through my chest. I had thought Kyros’ greatest betrayal was the infidelity—the way he cheated while pretending to be my hero. That was all I believed he had done. The trust between us had already fallen apart when I found out the truth from Maximus—when I learned it was he and his friends who rescued me on the island, from Victor’s abduction. Hearing that Kyros was the one who gave Victor the abduction idea didn’t even shock me anymore. It should’ve felt like a bombshell, but instead, it just confirmed what I was slowly starting to accept about the man I’d trusted for seven years. ‘So, that was it!’ The reason Maximus got nothing out of Kyros during the interrogation at the mansion, then their grandfather stepped in, accusing Max and his friends of bullying Kyros and defended him as if he were some helpless victim, not someone who was actually knee-deep in everything. His interference s

That moment, watching the explosion destroy everything we had left behind all I could think about was escaping Emma’s abduction. I just needed to get away. Tears streamed down my face as panic took over. If anything happened to Maximus, I wouldn’t survive it. I wanted to scream. I needed answers. I needed to understand why this was happening. Before I could even think straight, a car and motorcycle appeared behind us—most likely Ivan’s men. Gunfire erupted, bullets flying as Emma swerved like crazy, trying to avoid getting hit. The motorcycle was gaining fast, almost on top of us. I was terrified—terrified for my life, for my baby, for everything! The narrow mountain road twisted along the cliffs, with nothing but sharp rocks and the deep blue sea below. It was the kind of road where one wrong move meant game over. Our car sped down that death trap while my head spun with questions I couldn’t push away. My hands were tied, but I managed to wiggle my feet toward the steering wheel

Maximus Pain… That was the first thing I registered when I opened my eyes. The stark white ceiling slowly came into focus. Then a sharp, throbbing ache radiated through my legs. Ivan was lying next to me, eyes shut, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. A machine beeped steadily somewhere nearby, tracking every little sign that we were still hanging on. Damn it! The memory came rushing back—clear and brutal. Ivan and I had just made it out of the warehouse seconds before it exploded. I remembered the deafening roar, the heat, and then the pain as a chunk of concrete slammed into my leg. Both legs ached, but the left one felt like it had been hit by a truck. A thick bandage—possibly a cast—was wrapped around it, while the other had only a thin strip of gauze. Then I remembered Emma. She had been dragging Gazelle toward the other exit. The scene faded into chaos; thick smoke and falling debris swallowed that part of the warehouse. Did they make it out? The question gna

Dante must’ve had a reason for sharing his suspicions with me. I glanced his way, curiosity sparking in my chest. “What do you mean by that? Wasn’t it your assistant here at the hospital who told you Kyros had died?” I asked, disbelief creeping into my voice. “Yes. Dr. Smith from Gazelle’s department also gave her the same information on the day Kyros was brought to the hospital. But the thing is...” He hesitated, his brows furrowed in confusion, before continuing. “When Tessa Matthews brought your brother in, Kyros had severe bruises on his face. The emergency team couldn’t even recognize him—they were too focused on saving his life. Tessa Matthews explained that they had been in an accident, then notified the staff and confirmed his identity as Kyros…” I went quiet, thinking hard. This wasn’t something I could simply dismiss. “My stepmother would’ve noticed if that person wasn’t Kyros. Did you check the hospital records?” “I did. The blood type and some of Kyros’ physical desc