All Chapters of THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Giselle's POVThe bite of the evening air on my face as I sat on the balcony of my father's mansion, gazing out over the beautifully manicured gardens below. The sky was painted in rich oranges and purples, and for a moment, I let myself indulge in the peace of it all. I needed peace. I needed it.But Victor was there beside me. And that was enough to destroy my good conscience."You know," he breathed, his voice as smooth as ever, "I couldn't help but be blown away by how dashing you're looking tonight." I gave him a glare, a brow crunched. "Dashing?"He laughed. "Strong, confident… irresistible." I managed to wrestle a small laugh out of myself, shaking my head. "You always knew how to charm your way in, Victor."He stepped closer, smile still set on his face. "I mean every word, Giselle. You were always a stunning woman, but now… there's something in you. Something in your eyes. You're more beautiful." I detected a flutter of vanity but suppressed it. I did know Victor.His words n

Giselle's POVMy father's confession hung like an anvil on my chest. My mother was killed, and I had lied all these years. I stood in the study, the walls throwing dark shadows from the faint light, my heart pounding against my chest. Nicholas was just as stunned as I was , his fist clenched at his sides "How long did you plan on keeping this from us?I wept. My father, a man of steel in all other situations, looked. weary. "As long as needed, Giselle. You and Nicholas were children. There was no need to involve you in this."I laughed, my head bobbing. "No reason? Do you hear yourself? You led us to think our mother was murdered by mistake and the people who killed her got away with it." Nicholas moved a step forward, his voice indignant. "Who are they, Dad? You said she was murdered because she found out something. Who were they?"My father paused. "I don't know exactly. But I have some guesses."My stomach tightened. "Then tell us."My father breathed and walked across the room to

Patrick's POVThere was tension in the air. I was stuck, as Debbie pranced around smiling like a fool, hugging our mom and Becky as they oohed and ahhed over Debbie's pageant adventure to Miami. But I couldn't help but feel that something was not quite right.My gut was telling me that this was not just a pageant trip. It was better. I cleared my throat. "Debbie, I have to talk to you. Alone."She emitted a melodramatic sigh. "Patrick, if this is another of your so-called overprotective homilies, I just don't have time—""It's not a choice," I interrupted coldly, asking and giving no quarter. She raised an eyebrow and followed me into my study and shut the door."What is it?" she asked, folding her arms. I drew in a breath, not wanting to sound authoritative. "Exactly who called you concerning this private transportation?"She dismissed her hand. "I said already! Some representatives of the rival." "Did they provide their name? Company?" She pondered. "No… but they explained that the

Giselle's POVAntiseptic burned my nostrils as I sat in Dr. Lin's office, doodling distractedly on my dress with my fingers. My head swirled, still attempting to wrap my head around the fact that I'd taken my own health for granted.Dr. Lin, whose brown eyes looked out at me over the edge of her spindly glasses, flipped through my medical records with a flick of her wrist. A gentle sigh escaped her lips before she put the records aside and looked at me. "Giselle, you have to stop stressing yourself," she said quietly but firmly. "You're body is showing signs, and you can't just keep pretending and you're not hearing them."I gulped hard as a surge of guilt swept through me like a clammy cold had around my heart. "I , I didn't mean to," I admitted. "There's just too much that's going on in my life currently."Dr. Lin bent in close, her own face blazing with color. "I know, but you have to look out for yourself and baby. Stress can do horrible things, and if you don't watch yourself, y

Giselle's POVI slept that next morning better, my body still warm with the sinful bath that Nicholas and I had shared the night before. I felt peaceful for the first time in years. It was strange, the way something as ordinary as a shared moment with my brother had stilled the fears I'd hidden so deep.But in bed, staring up at the soft shaft of morning light that filtered through my curtains, the insistent thought crept into my mind. That odd feeling yesterday still lingered.Something wasn't right. I just didn't know what. I had decided to master the emotion and, instead, eagerly await the day I was going to meet the Miss World delegates to find out what my responsibility as a judge would be. It was something that excited me, something which I had longed for very long.When I dressed, I went downstairs expecting a quiet breakfast before I left. But to my complete surprise, when I walked into the large dining room, my dad was already sitting at the long wooden table.And he wasn't a