《THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

Patrick's POVI sat in the train cabin, gazing out over the smeared landscape racing past, my mind weighed down with thoughts. This was not exactly how I had planned to arrive in Miami. I was supposed to fly in, first class, trouble-free. Now, I was jammed into a cramped train seat, my mom beside me, squirming uncomfortably.Ugh, Patrick, this is ridiculous," she muttered, pushing her designer suns up her nose. "How did you go and get us to miss our flight? Do you have any idea how humiliating it is for a Von Harrington to be seen on public transport?"I rubbed my temples. "Mother, we're almost there. Just relax." She snorted. "Relax? In this. Sheep's hell? Not in your lifetime.".I tuned out her whining, my mind still on Becky. When she'd come to my apartment that morning, she'd been gaunt, half-sagging over standing, lips pale, eyes sunken.I had pulled her into a room, cradling her in my arms, something I hadn't done in so long. I remembered how vulnerable she actually was behind a

Giselle's POVI sat and watched Patrick grab hold of Victor and drag him off the dance floor, and I let out a breath, unclenching some of the tension in my chest. But I was shrewd enough to know that I wasn't yet safe.Victor was in Miami, and that didn't bode well. I needed to move on before he came for me again.My racing heart pounding within my ears, I ran off the dance floor, amidst the sharply attired witnesses, who looked upwards above as they raised cameras high to flash and grumbled in fearful distress. I must disappear.There was a hallway that led to the private lounges and I entered, quiet tapping of heels on marble floor. Another step or so, and I would be able to breathe.But just as I was about to turn away, a shrill squeal brought me to a halt in mid-stride."Oh my God, it's her!"I hadn't had time to think when a group of young women closed in on me, their faces lighting up with excitement."Giselle Von Howard!" one of them cried, waving her phone. "Can we have our ph

Giselle's POVThe atmosphere was thick, heavy with foreboding. The shadow of the unsigned note still hung over us like a cloud of doom. Someone else was watching me. Someone even scarier than Victor.Nicholas sat opposite me, arms crossed, furrowed brows in intensity. Patrick leaned against the window, jaw tight as he scowled out the window into space, absorbed in thought."We need to have a good plan," Nicholas said, breaking the silence at last. "We can't just sit around and wait for them to make their move. We need to be the ones to make the first move."Patrick's eyes met mine. "Yeah. But we have to be smart about it. Victor's already made his move, but this other threat—whomever they are—is working in the background."I exhaled slowly, massaging my temples. "So what do I do? Hide out? Cancel my public engagements?"Nicholas shook his head. "No. That would be giving them the satisfaction. If they can bully you into withdrawal, they will realize that you are afraid. And that will g

Giselle's POVMy lungs drew wheezing gasps as I struggled with the bindings that secured my wrists. The bite of cold metal chilled me to the bone, yet my head was too occupied with the terror screaming down my throat. Darkness churned down the chill grey walls in the faint light within the room, and the figure before me still had something in shadows.I made myself stay calm. Judge. Interpret. Survive."The one who's been watching you from the very beginning."The voice made my blood run cold. It wasn't Victor. No. This was worse than that.The woman stepped forward, and my blood froze.Amara.She wore a designer black silk dress, her dark eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. A twisted smile played on her lips as she lounged against a table that was stacked with files—my files.I swallowed. "What in the devil are you doing here?"She moved in closer. "Did you really think Victor was your only issue, Giselle?"My stomach twisted. "You set me up."She smiled. "Oh, dear, I've done more

Giselle's POVWind howled through empty Miami streets as we went deeper into the heart of the city's darkness. Nicholas sat beside me, fingers drumming a restless rhythm along the dashboard. Luca, always the puppet master of good nature, drove, smile never faltering as he steered the car through the streets cut off to us.I had too much going through my head to bother with where we were headed. Patrick's confession had been echoing in my mind like a broken record. They have my sister. His gruff, desperate tone had made me shiver.Had I misjudged him?No. I couldn't risk trusting him.I leaned my forehead against the glass, trying to drown out the storm of emotion raging through my insides.Luca’s voice broke the silence. "Alright, princess, enough brooding. We’re here."I turned my gaze to the building in front of us. It was a run-down warehouse, its metal structure rusting under the Miami humidity. A single light flickered above the entrance, casting eerie shadows on the cracked pave