All Chapters of Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

My divorce from Felix was nearly finalized, and I had taken care of everything that needed to be done. After learning about Gazelle, I took the motorcycle and headed straight to Maximus Ferrero’s new residence. She stood outside the Hillcrest estate, her body rigid with fear as Kyros gripped her arm, trying to force her toward his car. I intervened, pulling her away from him, and brought her to the Sinclair mansion. Gazelle was alive but barely holding together. Maximus was somewhere in Europe, unaware that his wife had survived whatever hell she’d escaped from. She needed medical attention; the only person I could think of was Dante. I took a deep breath and unblocked the number I had spent the last five years trying not to remember, let alone dial. It rang. Once. Twice. Three times. I didn’t know if he had forgotten my number or if he was intentionally ignoring the call. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard his voice. “Hello?” Time collapsed. I closed my eyes, feeling t

I had been trapped in the villa for days. Felix thought he could play dirty, but he’d forgotten that I knew how to fight back just as ruthlessly. Outside the villa, a device was jamming all communications. That explained why no messages had reached me since the moment I was locked in. Complete silence. Isolation. Just how he wanted it. I knew he was monitoring every move I made, so I systematically destroyed all the surveillance cameras inside the villa so that he could observe me clearly. I left only one camera intact: the one by the main entrance. It didn’t show much anyway, and I needed it for what I had in mind. There was only one way to escape this prison—I had to convince the guards I needed immediate medical attention. I pulled out the most dangerous pill I had hidden, something sold on the dark market. I’d brought it home from work, planning to develop an antidote for it. The pill was a potent aphrodisiac with lethal consequences—without sexual release after ingestion, it w

“What do you think?” Clara asked, pulling me back to the present. “It sounds… perfect,” I said with a soft smile, not wanting to add to her growing list of disappointments. As the car passed a row of shops, I slowed down and pulled over. “We should get a cake or something sweet for Lulu.” Clara glanced at me, brows raised. “Dante, Lulu is a wealthy daughter of President Ferrero and Dr. Sinclair. I’m pretty sure they don’t need any treats.” I glanced at her, unsure how to take that. “I just mean,” she continued, seeming to realize how her initial response had sounded. “Sweets aren’t really healthy for kids. Too much sugar, bad for the teeth.” Ah, so she’s worried about Maximus’s daughter. “It’s fine. Lulu’s already used to us bringing her little things. What I really want is to see her smile whenever I hand something over. Her mom’s a doctor—Gazelle pretty much monitors everything she eats.” “You’re right. I suppose my pediatrician training just makes me hyperaware of these thin

Gianna The intimate moments between Dante and me in that private surgery room were hazy fragments of memory that felt more like dreams than reality. Yet beneath the fog of confusion, I felt something undeniable, a deep sense of familiarity and longing that pulsed through every stolen kiss, even though I could barely piece together the details. I could still vividly recall how Dante used to look at me, how his fingertips glided over my skin like a whisper. In that stolen moment, my heart whispered truths I’d buried for years—how I had thrown away years of my life fighting for people who never deserved the kind of loyalty I gave them. The way he looked at me hadn’t changed. The way he kissed me hadn’t changed. And the way I felt about him… that hadn’t changed either. But maybe I was just fooling myself. Perhaps it was all wishful thinking—because forgiveness from Dante seemed impossible. That day was a mess. What we did was wrong. But if I had to choose again, I’d still give myse

Gianna We’d been preparing for days for the final plan against the Doyle’s illegal fertility center. It was one of the reasons I chose to stay inside Hillcrest. I buried myself in the technical side of the operation, trying to keep my mind focused. Sometimes, it’s inevitable for Dante and me to be in the same room, though I’d describe our relationship as casual now, nothing more than friendship among our group. He helped me when I needed it, and if we suddenly pulled away from each other, it would only raise questions we weren’t ready to answer. So, we kept our distance, careful and deliberate. Casual on the surface but laced with an uncomfortable awareness of everything left unspoken. The last thing I needed was for things to turn awkward. Gazelle and the rest of Dante’s friends were observant. They’d start speculating the moment something felt off. After that incident at the hospital, we both agreed—without saying it—that whatever happened had to be treated as nothing more than