Semua Bab Beyond Betrayal: Marry His Brother: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Heavy rain had been pounding the South and worsening, causing floods in several areas. Because of the emergency, I was called to the hospital, which was luckily just a few minutes away from my hotel. When I arrived, the hospital was in a state of controlled chaos. They were short on staff, and the doctors and nurses were stretched thin, each handling several critical patients simultaneously. I immediately recognized the Silva family, Camila’s in-laws, from photos I had seen before. They were gathered in the hallway, looking worried and upset. Standing with them was a woman I recognized immediately, the woman Camila had once confronted in the garden—her husband’s mistress. “Please, trust me, Nico. I didn’t do anything! I was just as shocked when Camila suddenly fell down the stairs,” the woman pleaded. Camila’s husband looked at her with a tenderness that made my heart ache for Dante's sister. Their open display of affection was shameless as if they didn’t care who might be watch

“Because the baby was never part of the plan!” Gianna’s voice cut through the room as she fixed the crowd with an icy stare. “What’s that supposed to mean?” the mistress demanded, her voice rising. I exchanged a glance with Gianna, trying to decipher her meaning. Over time, we’d developed an almost telepathic understanding—whether through coincidence or genuine connection, we often comprehended each other without words. Without turning her head, Gianna flicked her gaze briefly toward Nico. I got it. I faced Dr. Silva directly. “You’re a doctor—you should know exactly what that implies,” I challenged. “And I’m certain Mr. Silva has already informed you, didn’t he?” “Y-you—” Nico stammered before his expression hardened. “You’re a quack doctor!” The sudden accusation caught me off guard. Gianna’s expression darkened. But Nico wasn’t finished. “So what if my wife doesn’t have any scars from IVF?” his words rushed out defensively. “I simply didn’t want Camila to be physic

Maximus “I’m really sorry…” Camila murmured to Dante, though her eyes drifted toward me even as she cradled the infant in her arms. She continued in a trembling voice, “I didn’t know there was a whole group hiding behind my sister-in-law… I had no idea Dr. Sinclair could be in danger because of their investigation.” I remained seated, arms crossed tightly against my chest, fighting to contain the anger that wouldn’t solve anything now. “Nico cut me off from everyone,” she sobbed. “From my friends, family… even from other people. When I spotted Maximus video chatting with Dr. Sinclair, I finally found the courage to approach the doctor and beg for help.” Dante’s tone was too calm for everything his sister had dragged us into. “Camila, I’ll take you to Bryston City or Park Avenue, whichever you prefer, but you’re never seeing your husband again.” She broke down completely. “What if Nico and his mistress fight for custody of my baby?” Panic etched her features. “I signed those surr

I needed to return to the mansion to ensure my father was okay. According to Mr. Harrington, Cristina’s family showed up at our home, demanding all sorts of things—including high-ranking jobs she supposedly promised them. Now that she was pregnant, she acted like she was entitled to everything, and it irritated the hell out of me. “They’re asking for something truly outrageous,” Mr. Harrington had said during his call. This wasn’t easy for me. Cristina has always driven a wedge between my dad and me, a reality I’ve had to accept but never grow comfortable with. When I arrive, I find her lounging in the garden with her mother. She reclines on the plush outdoor sofa, looking lazy and comfortable, while two helpers stand behind them like bodyguards as they chat like they’re some kind of royalty. “What are you doing here?!” her mother snapped the moment she saw me. “I came to check on my dad,” I reply evenly, refusing to be intimidated. “Tsk! I’m sure you’re just here to cause troub

The unique wooden box containing Maximus’ file felt like it was taunting me. I couldn’t stop staring at the file, knowing that opening it would only worsen my worries. Right now, I had to trust what I’d seen in our relationship, not whatever secrets were inside those papers. After a long internal battle, I finally placed the file back in the box. Royal’s lips parted slightly, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry, Roy,” I said softly. “I know this seems irrational, but I need you to understand... I have to confirm whether I’m pregnant first.” I covered my mouth with trembling fingers, trying to contain the storm of emotions building inside me. Deep down, I was sure I was pregnant, and the idea of becoming a mother made me truly happy. But thinking about how Maximus might react took away that joy. How would he take the news? What would it mean for our relationship? Gianna carefully returned the rest of the files and closed the box, restoring it to its original form. I noticed the cu