All Chapters of Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. That was my punishment? The shock barely had time to register before it was consumed by a slow, burning heat. He pinched my chin, tilted my head back, and captured my lips once more—utterly in control. ‘Goodness.’ My mind drifted, lost in the intoxicating haze of him. When his lips trailed down to my neck, his hand followed, cupping my breast, kneading, setting me ablaze.  I want him. I crave his touch everywhere.  Every ounce of restraint, every lingering doubt about right or wrong, dissolved into nothing. I wanted him. I wanted him to take me. The sound of lace tearing filled the air, an astonishment rippling through me. Maximus easily breaks the expensive fabric to satisfy himself. And then, his tongue glided downward to one of my nipples as he eyed me with intention. I trembled uncontrollably.

“How do you feel about that?” Royal asked when she noticed my silence after learning about Stella. “I don’t know, Roy. Honestly, I don’t know what to feel,” I said. “I can’t say I’m happy or sad. Kyros has been part of my life for years, and that wasn’t just some casual relationship. I shared my youth with him—almost every chapter of my life had him in it.” Memories of my seven-year relationship with Kyros resurfaced, playing in my mind like an old film. “He was there when I opened my acceptance letter to medical school or when I passed my exams, believing in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. He was there when Cristina betrayed me and when my mother passed. Kyros supported me even when I had decided to step away from the public eye.” I exhaled deeply. “But were those moments enough to make me regret our relationship? Enough to forgive what he did?” I shook my head. “That’s why I’m not sure. But you know what? But I feel a quiet pride that I found the strength to walk a

Maximus The vehicle had barely traveled a single block when an unsettling awareness crept over me. Glancing down, I spotted Gazelle’s phone lying on the car floor; she must have dropped it during her hasty departure. “Turn back to the hospital,” I instructed the driver, holding up her phone. “Your Ma’am left this behind in the vehicle.” “Right away, Sir!” he replied. The bodyguard in the front used his radio to inform the security team in the car behind us about our change of route. I leaned back against the leather seat, trying to stay calm. I often sent Gazelle messages on a whim; sometimes to silence the dream that haunted my thoughts. But now, I just wanted to see her, to inhale her distinctive scent.It hadn’t even been an hour, yet my chest ached with an unbearable craving—a consuming need that demanded her presence. I closed my eyes, surrendering momentarily to mental images of her… the way her voice melted into a sensual whisper when she called my name... her kiss... he

Maximus and I were separated for questioning. A female inspector spoke to me while another questioned Maximus. “Mr. Beckett claims there was an issue with the diagnostic tests and ultrasound,” the investigator explained. “He says you followed the wrong procedure and forced Lucy Beckett to terminate the pregnancy because you had no intention of treating the baby.” I frowned. “She was already bleeding when she arrived at the hospital,” I explained. “Her legs were covered in shards of glass. When questioned about it, she stated it was personal, so we respected her privacy and didn’t press further.” “She’s bleeding? And he believes this is some unpracticed medical expertise on your part?” the inspector questioned. “Inspector, I’m a physician. My responsibility is to ensure the safety of both mother and child during delivery. Do you honestly believe I would welcome a patient’s decision to terminate her pregnancy? We tried to convince her because there were risks and potential comp

Maximus Seven years ago... I was at the gym with Dante, sparring intensely, when Ivan Voltaire arrived. His presence at this hour was unusual—as far as I knew, he despised early mornings passionately. “Too early for you?” Dante taunted as I delivered a sharp punch to the pad on his palm. “I haven’t slept yet. The Sinclair girl’s been missing for three days now. I even traveled up north to see if my family’s business partners had anything to do with it. Dr. Sinclair is desperate to find her daughter. One of my relatives was her patient, so they turned to us specifically.” “Dr. Sinclair?” My punches faltered as recognition dawned. Dr. Sinclair was my mom’s therapist, which immediately heightened my interest. “Yes, the Chief Director of Psychiatry at Bryston Hospital.” Ivan pulled out his phone and displayed a photograph. “Here’s her photo.” The girl in the image captivated me instantly. She had piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold both innocence and intelligence. Her wavy hair