Lahat ng Kabanata ng Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Cassian panicked when Dakota suddenly passed out. Without a second thought, he rushed her to the hospital. Now, he sat in the waiting area, his knee bouncing restlessly, waiting for the doctor to return with an update or test results. His phone buzzed. It was his sister, Jill. “Cassian, you are definitely not going to believe what I just learned,” her voice crackled with urgency on the other end of the line. “What is it?” he asked, his nerves stretched thin. “Someone spotted Amara. She’s in Las Vegas with Ivan Voltaire and his friends.” His brows furrowed. “Wait, what? What are you talking about? Why would Amara be with them? Since when did she even know those people?” Jill didn’t hold back. “Because she married him, Cassian. She married Ivan Voltaire!” His heart stopped. “After she discovered your affair, she didn’t just cut us off—she found someone who could protect her from everything. And you know what really stings? Mr. Voltaire was her ex!” The phone nearly slipped fro

Amara Everything happened so fast. One moment, I stood before the wedding officiant; the next, I was Mrs. Ivan Voltaire. The happiness coursing through me felt almost surreal—not a single doubt clouded my heart. Back in the hotel suite, I was still floating in the whirlwind of it all when my phone rang. Dakota Lane’s name flashed on the screen. When I answered, that’s when I found out exactly what she wanted from me. She laid everything out—how I tried to ruin Cassian. I didn’t deny any of it. Why would I? If anything, it was better that Cassian knew it was me. Let him see how far my anger had driven me. Let him understand how deep the wounds ran. After I ended the call, I felt the familiar warmth of Ivan’s presence behind me. His breath ghosted across my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Trouble?” he asked, his voice low and concerned. “A little…” I murmured, turning slightly to find him right behind me. Could I still hold onto my irritation with Dakota when th

Gazelle Everything between Ivan and Amara happened so fast. But maybe that’s just how it is when you’re hurting. I’ve been there, too. I was broken once. And even after Kyros passed away, I still couldn’t bring myself to forgive him. What he did to me wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten or set aside. Right now, Amara is in Europe with her family for a new wedding ceremony. Maximus and I will follow soon, but we still have a few things to settle at the Sinclair office and the Ferrero Group before we can leave. I tried calling Gianna after what happened at the coffee shop, but she never picked up. I’m worried. I can feel she’s in pain—trapped in a situation that’s slowly eating her up inside. “Gazelle!” I was stepping out of the building when a woman suddenly approached me. I recognized her right away—Cristina. I had forgotten about her, mainly because some of my memories still hadn’t returned, but I’d heard enough to know who she was. She’d shown up at the Sinclair

Lulu was exhausted and clearly hadn’t gotten much sleep. She drifted off quickly in my arms, soothed by my gentle strokes, even before the two assistants arrived. Frederick began to speak. “Ms. Gazelle’s driver and the school security responded immediately. They managed to contact 9-1-1, allowing the police to intercept the vehicle attempting to flee the scene. The school has already turned over the surveillance footage taken outside the gates.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “As for Miss Lulu’s bodyguard… the impact was severe. He sustained multiple fractures. He’s currently in recovery… On President Ferrero’s orders, we’ve made arrangements for his family; a house and lot have been granted to them, along with financial support and an education plan for his children.” My heart ached. “Is he here in the hospital? I need to see him… I want to thank him personally.” I swallowed hard. The guilt was heavy, gnawing at me. That man took the hit that was meant for me

Felix and I had been neighbors since we were kids. His family played a big part in helping my dad land his spot in the business after my grandfather passed away—a favor that tied our families together in ways that would shape both our lives. I can’t pinpoint when our friendship began, only that we’d always been together for as long as I could remember. When he decided to enter the brutal training program—assassination, protection, debt collection—I followed without hesitation, despite being a woman. We were exposed to violence far too early. But Felix couldn’t handle the physical demands. He was eliminated from the training. The day he got kicked out of training was the first real crack in what I thought was an unbreakable bond. I chose to continue without him, and from that moment on, everything between us changed. Our families both co-managed a pharmaceutical company. So, when Felix announced he was taking up business management in college, I didn’t even hesitate—I followed him t