Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Ivan’s sharp green gaze held mine with an intensity that quickened my pulse. I forced myself to look away, but his fingers found my chin, tilting my face back toward his with practiced ease. Things were actually going well between us back then. There was a real chance we could’ve become something more, especially since we’d already reached the ‘buffet stage’ of intimacy. But everything changed after our first night together. That’s when I discovered the dark part of his life, the dangerous edges to his world that terrified my younger self. My mind raced with possibilities I wasn’t ready to confront—scenarios that kept me wide awake, lost in thought. I told myself I was strong enough to walk away, so I pushed everything aside and tried to move on. When Ivan showed up, wanting to talk and take responsibility for what had happened between us, I shut him out and lied, saying I was going abroad to continue my studies. Months later, I heard women constantly surrounded him. It only confir

Maximus The contradiction tugged at my heart—a fierce longing to move forward colliding with the urge to hold time still, to treasure every heartbeat, every breath of what was about to unfold. I had waited so long for this moment with Gazelle. Far too long… My admiration for her stirred the moment she stepped gracefully from girlhood into womanhood, and from that day on, I knew—deep in my soul—that feeling would never fade, not in this lifetime, not even if the world crumbled to dust around us. These past few days, I had given Gazelle everything I had to offer: my time, attention, and carefully guarded heart. Every part of me aches for her—my chest, my soul, everything. I gently guided her onto the bed, my hands shaking as I leaned in to kiss her—deep, desperate, like I’d been holding back for far too long. She started unbuttoning my shirt slowly, one button at a time like she wasn’t in a rush at all. Each pop of fabric felt like her way of saying yes without words. Then her han

Amara The next morning, I awoke to find myself wrapped in Ivan Voltaire’s arms. Panic shot through me. My hands flew to my clothes, frantically checking—still fully dressed. Relief washed over me in waves, and I exhaled slowly, heart pounding, mind racing. Fragments of the night before flickered through my mind—hazy, out of order, like scenes from a half-remembered dream. The lingering sadness from earlier had driven me to seek solace in alcohol after speaking with Gazelle, Ivan, and President Ferrero. What came after was a blur of sharp words and messy emotions. At some point, Ivan and I ended up alone in a private room of his bar. And that was when I completely lost it. “I can’t trust any man anymore. You, Mr. Voltaire, you’re just like them! You made me fall for you back then, and I know you manipulated my dad. You just wanted to use me, and then—voila!—just like that, a few months later, your true colors showed. You proved exactly what kind of womanizer you really are!” “

I took another sip of my coffee and looked up as Cassian entered the room. A dozen accusations burned on the tip of my tongue—sharp, ready to shatter the fragile façade we’d been pretending to uphold. But instead, I smoothed my expression into something that vaguely resembled warmth. “I heard you leave early this morning,” I said quietly, keeping my voice as steady as possible. “I was too tired to get up and check what was happening, but… when I woke up, and you still weren’t home, I started to worry. I came here thinking I’d find you in your office. But you weren’t here either.” I paused, eyes searching his face. “So I let myself in. I’m sorry if that crossed a line.” He didn’t miss a beat. “I went to the fertility center. Something came up, and the admin needed me right away. I didn’t want to wake you—I figured you needed the rest.” My hand rose to cup his cheek while the fingers of my other hand curled into a restrained fist at my side. “Gosh… for a second, I thought you were w

I slipped into one of the dressing rooms near where Cassian and Dakota stood. The thin walls did nothing to muffle their voices. “Why did you call me here?” Cassian’s voice carried that edge I rarely heard—low and controlled but unmistakably irritated. “I forgot you were with Amara.” “I-I’m really sorry, boss,” Dakota stammered, her voice trembling. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “I didn’t know who else to call. You were the only one I could think of.” “I don’t know if Amara suspects anything,” Cassian replied, “but she definitely looked hurt.” “Boss, what if…” Dakota trailed off, unable to finish. “What if she wants?” “Never mind. It’s impossible anyway.” “No—say it,” he demanded. “You want me to tell Amara we had a child—that I’m taking responsibility because of that?” His voice dropped, but there was an edge to it now. “That’s not going to happen, Ms. Lane. I know Amara; she’s not the kind of woman I’d ever want to hurt. And if she ever found out, she’d l