All Chapters of Beneath The Facade : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Hermione I wake up the following morning with a languid stretch. Last night has been wonderful, and my body still resonates from the thrill of it. I feel sore, having lost count of how many times I climaxed. Aiden drove me over the edge of passion, and heat rises to my face in both embarrassment and desire as I recall the numerous ways he marked my body. The moment we entered our private suite, he lunged at me, kissing me with a mix of urgency, passion, and frustration. When our bodies finally merged, it was an exquisite release. I was on cloud nine, my senses heightened. My belly quivers, a ripple shooting straight to my core as I remember the intensity of that moment. My screams of ecstasy echoed through the room, and I mentally appreciate the soundproofed walls; otherwise, we would have attracted an audience. I place one hand on my belly and roll onto my back, torn between embarrassment and desire as I reflect on last night's memories. I haven't opened my eyes yet, unsure how

Aiden Nell's excited cheer greets me as I step into my office on Monday. The balloons burst with a loud pop, sailing into the air, and my eyes twitch in reaction to the sudden sound. "Welcome back, VP Mendes!" I grin at his warm welcome and cross the remaining distance to my desk, where he is standing. I hang my suit jacket and settle behind my desk. "Thanks for the lovely welcome, Secretary Nell." "It's my pleasure," he says, delivering a gallant bow. "How have you been managing while I was away?" I ask. "You're the source of our extra workload," he replies, his eyes flashing as he processes his words. "Oops! That came out wrong." My shoulders shake with mirth. "That doesn't make it any less true." Nell makes a contrite expression. "Since the day you stood up to him, the President's demands for our services have decreased exponentially." I nod, relieved that Nell hasn't been overwhelmed with unnecessary tasks during my absence. I wouldn't put it past Lachlan to retaliate aga

Hermione The rest of the day passes without incident. Mercifully, I don't have any further slipups, and I confirm that I won't be taking on any surgeries in the meantime. This will give me sufficient time to practice and hone my skills again. After work hours, I keep myself occupied with surgical props and videos, losing track of time as the night wears on. The vibration of my phone cuts through the silence in the office, and I pause the video to see that it's a call from Aiden. I take a deep breath and answer the call before it disconnects, noticing that it's already past nine. Not typically a late hour for me in my previous single life, but now as a married woman, I have to allocate my time wisely, carefully balancing my work and personal life."Hey, Hermie," Aiden's voice comes through the speaker, laced with a hint of fatigue. I blink. "Hi, Aiden. How was your day?" "It's been long," he answers with a sigh. "Are you coming home tonight? I'm about to prepare dinner." "I'll

Aiden My eyes twitch in surprise. Did I hear Hermione wrong? "What?" I blurt out, blinking away the shock. Hermione scoffs, looking away from me. She braces one hand on her hip, running her fingers through her hair in a gesture of frustration. "What do you mean by she wants you to commit murder?" I demand, seeking clarity on the situation. She can't be serious. Ezra wouldn't be that unreasonable to demand such action from her daughter.Hermione sniffles, brushing her finger beneath the bridge of her nose. "She gave me a patient file yesterday. The patient has a rare genetic disorder that has necessitated a series of surgical treatments and therapy over the years. Based on her medical history and current age, I've surmised that her body might not survive another surgical procedure.""What exactly is her condition?" I ask. She shakes her head. "I'm not at liberty to discuss the details, but Mom and I are both aware of the high risks associated with this surgery. The patient would

Aiden I pull my car to a halt by the fence of my childhood home, enveloped in a thick sense of nostalgia. I step down from the car, taking in the familiar burnt reddish bricks and the overhead barbed wires that often snagged my balls when I played in the compound against Grandpa's warnings. Memories of my mischievous childhood bring a subtle smile to the corner of my mouth as I close the car door and approach the small black walk-gate at the front of the sprawling fence.Maintaining this house has been a challenge due to the taxes it incurs. I bought it back once I came of age and my earnings were sufficient to cover the costs. My monthly allowance as a Mendes' son came with its own perks, being generous enough to allow me to live a carefree lifestyle while still managing my responsibilities. I was twenty when I purchased the house. Unbeknownst to me, Mom had taken a loan from the bank to help us through tough times. During my teenage years, I was oblivious to the battles she fou