Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Maximus (The day prior…) “What do you mean you found Kyros?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Sleep deprivation was making everything feel surreal—was I really hearing this, or had exhaustion finally caught up with me? Ivan and Lucas exchanged a meaningful glance. “I was in Bristol, having a catch-up with chums, when word came through that Kyros had returned to the Ferrero estate,” Ivan said carefully. My jaw tightened. I immediately called one of my trusted contacts at the Ravenwood. They confirmed it. Kyros had been there the entire day, speaking with his mother and Chairman Ferrero. Beyond that, they knew nothing. I turned to Ivan, frowning. He was preparing coffee while Lucas sat at a table in the pantry, typing rapidly on his laptop. “Kyros is alive?” I asked, stunned. “What about Gazelle? Have you found my wife?” “Working on it,” Lucas replied, eyes locked on the screen, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. Ivan set down the coffee pot and faced me. “Someone

Gianna met Dante’s gaze, her composure a carefully constructed mask. She had learned to project strength in front of him and their friends, but she felt utterly powerless beneath the surface. Things were weighing her down, things beyond her control. Her life was a mess. Completely screwed up. Dante’s jaw tightened, his voice strained with years of suppressed frustration. “When I met you in medical school, I didn’t know about your family or your background—none of it. But I accepted you completely.” Gianna’s eyes darkened. “That was over ten years ago, Dante. It was all in the past. I don’t have time for this.” “You’re always running away!” His voice rose. “That’s your specialty. That’s what you’re good at—hurting people and walking away like nothing happened.” “Dante, you heard it yourself!” she snapped. “My husband is part of the Cassian Doyle family. That name alone should scream complicated! What did you expect me to do—introduce myself as the daughter of a syndicate soldier?

My body was still trembling. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. The scene at the mansion gate was pure chaos. I stood frozen, staring as several guards struggled to restrain a woman I didn’t recognize. A gun lay discarded on the ground nearby, and one of the guards picked it up carefully, likely to preserve it as evidence. Kyros sprawled motionless on the ground, his clothes soaked crimson. I couldn’t tell if he was still alive. “Fuck you, Kyros! Fuck you!” The woman screamed, her voice breaking as tears streaked down her dirt-smudged cheeks. Her face twisted in pain—so real and intense, it was hard to even look at. “I should never have let you into my life!” Her expression was unhinged, her fury all-consuming. Then she turned to me, her eyes burning with a hatred so fierce it sent a chill down my spine. “And you, Gazelle! This is all because of you!” she shouted. “Why did I have to get dragged into this nightmare? Why did my family have to pay for this? I’ve lost everythi

Gazelle I’m slowly beginning to understand what’s happening around me, but there are still so many moments when instinct feels like the only thing keeping me moving forward. Nanny Beth was surprised to see me again, just like the rest of the household staff. Even the security members approached me with an apology, concerned that they might have hurt me during our last encounter. All the while, I never visited Kyros—not even when the Ferrers were arranging his funeral. I was too angry, too bitter, to let his parents or friends see that I cared. And now, Stella Mercer is behind bars. I played with Lulu in the garden when the security team informed me I had a visitor at the gate. To my surprise, it was Sam—and with him was Amara Valentine, Cassian Doyle’s fiancée. Her presence caught me off guard. I’d met her once before I married Maximus—she was only eighteen then. But during my life as Elle, our paths never crossed. I only ever heard about her through Sam. Maybe Kyros made sure to k

Finding Cassian’s message exchange with Dakota was easier than I thought. Her contact's name was painfully simple: ‘Ms. Lane.’ So formal. So bland. So... obvious. No effort to hide it. No fake names, no cryptic initials. Just that professional distance—clear and cold. Scrolling through his call history, I noticed her name appeared frequently among his contacts. That didn’t strike me as strange at first. They worked together, after all. I didn’t think much of it. But then I decided to scroll all the way back to the very beginning. Three years ago. Their messages were clean back then, short, and strictly professional. Until I reached the messages from two years ago—the beginning of the betrayal. Ms. Lane: ‘Boss, we can pretend last night never happened. I’ll let it go, I promise. Just… please, let me stay by your side.’ Cassian: ‘No one should know what happened. It was a mistake. You know how hurt I was; Amara left and didn’t want to proceed with the wedding registration. I was d