I hadn’t expected it to be like this.The air between Maximilian and me felt different. Tense. Too heavy for even the most delicate of conversations. We were standing in his office, staring out at the city below, but my mind was far from the view. I couldn’t shake the weight of the moment. The secrets. The lies. All of it.Maximilian had been distant for days. Even colder than usual. And it wasn’t just the business, not just the threats from his past that were clawing their way back into his life. No, something had changed between us. I could feel it. There were cracks in the fragile truce we’d managed to forge, and I was afraid that with every passing moment, they were deepening.“You don’t need to get involved in this, Eliza,” Maximilian said, his voice low but strained. “It’s too dangerous. You have to stay out of it.”I shook my head, my heart pounding. “I don’t have a choice. You’ve dragged me into this, Maximilian. This isn’t just your battle anymore. I’ve seen what’s at stake.
I watch him, standing by the window, his back to me. The weight of the world seems to press down on his broad shoulders, and for the first time in a long time, I wonder if he feels anything at all. His silence is deafening, the air thick with the tension between us."Maximilian," I say softly, my voice trembling despite myself. I take a step forward, careful not to make too much noise. "We need to talk."He doesn’t move. His gaze is fixed on the city skyline, the darkened horizon stretching out before him, and for a moment, I envy his ability to hide in the shadows of his own mind. I envy the coldness with which he faces the world.But then, the silence between us feels suffocating, and I can’t stand it anymore."I need to understand," I add, my voice stronger this time. "What’s happening to us? To you?"Maximilian turns, his eyes dark as the storm brewing inside him. "What do you mean?" His tone is sharp, and defensive, as if I’ve crossed a line just by speaking."I mean," I say, tak
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the massive window of Maximilian’s penthouse. The city lights glittered below, mocking the chaos that swirled inside me. My chest felt heavy, my mind reeling from our last conversation. Maybe love isn’t enough after all. My own words haunted me, but deep down, I wasn’t even sure what love meant to Maximilian—or if it meant anything at all.The door creaked open, and I turned sharply. Maximilian’s silhouette filled the doorway, his presence as commanding as ever. His tie was gone, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked exhausted, but his eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my heart ache.“Eliza.” His voice was low, hesitant. It was rare to hear him like this—uncertain, vulnerable. I straightened, folding my hands in my lap. “What is it, Maximilian?” He stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. “I wanted to talk… about earlier.” I exhaled sharply. “Do you want to talk, or do you want to justify your actio
I sat at the edge of the couch, staring at the crackling flames in the fireplace. The soft warmth against my skin was a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. Maximilian had retreated to his study after our conversation, leaving the air thick with unspoken words. His promise to "fix this" lingered in my mind, but I couldn’t shake the doubt creeping into my thoughts. Could he really change? Could we?The door creaked open behind me, and I instinctively turned. Maximilian stood there, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, and an expression that was a blend of exhaustion and resolve. For a moment, he looked almost human, stripped of the armor he so carefully maintained.“Eliza,” his voice was low, careful, “I need to talk to you.”I straightened, bracing myself. “About what?”He moved closer, hesitating before sitting in the armchair opposite me. The tension between us was palpable, and yet there was something different—a vulnerability in his gaze that I hadn’t seen before.“I’
The morning sunlight filtered through the large windows of the Grey estate, casting a golden glow across the room. Maximilian sat at the edge of the bed, his back tense, his head resting in his hands. I stood across the room, leaning against the doorframe, watching him. He looked vulnerable—raw, even. The man who once seemed impenetrable now sat before me, his armor cracked.“You’re unusually quiet this morning,” I said softly, breaking the silence.He looked up, his piercing blue eyes locking with mine. “There’s a lot to think about.”I crossed the room and perched on the edge of the bed beside him, close but not too close. “Want to share? Or are you planning to brood all day?”A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Brooding is my specialty.”I nudged his shoulder lightly. “Well, you’re married to a woman who has a knack for making brooding men talk, so you might as well get used to it.”His smirk faded, replaced by something more serious. “Eliza… about yesterday—about ever
The email’s ominous words lingered in my mind, a shadow cast over the fragile harmony Maximilian and I had begun to build. You thought it was over? It’s only just begun. The message was unsigned, its sender anonymous, but the threat it carried was impossible to ignore.Maximilian hadn’t said much after reading it, his jaw clenched as he stared at the screen. I watched his fingers hover over the keyboard before closing the laptop with a decisive snap.“Max,” I said softly, breaking the tense silence. “What do we do?”He stood, his broad shoulders rigid with the weight of whatever storm this message had unleashed in him. “We prepare.” His voice was as cold and unyielding as it had been the day we met, but now, I could hear something else beneath it—fear. Not for himself, but for me. I reached out, touching his arm. “Tell me what’s going on. Please.”He turned to me, and for a moment, his icy facade cracked, revealing the man I’d glimpsed in rare, unguarded moments—the man who had begun
The air crackled with tension as I stood in the shadows, watching Maximilian square off against the man who had been the source of so much of our pain. My heart pounded, each beat echoing in my chest like a war drum. I clenched my hands, trying to steady the trembling that had overtaken me. This wasn’t just his fight—it was ours. “Max,” I whispered, but my voice was swallowed by the charged atmosphere. He didn’t look back at me, his focus locked on the man in front of him, but I knew he heard me. “Stay back, Eliza,” he said, his voice low and commanding, though I caught the faintest quiver of concern in it. I hated that command, hated the idea of standing on the sidelines when everything that mattered to me was on the line. But I could also see the strain in Maximilian’s posture, the weight of his resolve. He wasn’t doing this to push me away—he was doing it to protect me. The man facing him—Lucas Harland—smirked, his confidence sickeningly apparent. “You’re really willing to
The morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Maximilian’s penthouse, illuminating the remnants of the previous night's storm. The confrontation with the unexpected figure had left me shaken, yet resolute. For the first time, I felt more than just a pawn in Maximilian’s world—I felt like his partner, his equal. “Are you all right?” Maximilian’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He stood by the coffee machine, his usually crisp suit replaced with a black T-shirt and dark jeans that somehow made him look even more formidable. I nodded, though the tightness in my chest betrayed me. “I’m fine. Just... processing everything.” His steel-gray eyes locked on mine, softening for a fraction of a second. “You were incredible last night, Eliza. The way you stood up to him—it wasn’t easy, but you did it.” I swallowed hard, remembering the venom in our adversary’s words. “I didn’t feel brave. I just... I couldn’t let him win. Not when everything we’ve fought for wa
“I can’t believe we made it, Maximilian,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.He turns to face me, his deep gaze holding mine. There’s a softness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before—a warmth, a tenderness, that sends a flutter through my chest. It’s as if all the walls we’ve spent so many years building around us have finally crumbled.“We didn’t just make it, Eliza,” he says, his voice low and steady, but filled with conviction. “We built something.”I let out a breath, feeling the weight of the words settle in my heart. It wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about thriving, growing, and loving each other in ways we never thought possible.“I didn’t know I could love you like this,” I confess, my voice barely more than a whisper.Maximilian’s lips curl into a faint smile, and his hand reaches out to gently cup my cheek. His thumb traces the line of my jaw as if memorizing the curve of my face.“You’ve always had that potential, Eliza. I just had to see it,” he murmurs.
"I still can't believe this is real," I say, my voice trembling slightly as I look at Maximilian, who is standing before me, his eyes full of warmth and love.He smiles, the kind of smile I never thought I'd see on his face—soft, genuine, and full of affection. “It’s real, Eliza. We’re real.”I swallow, trying to hold back the wave of emotion crashing over me. I can hardly believe how far we've come—how much we've grown, both as individuals and together. The walls Maximilian once built so carefully around himself have crumbled, and in their place is something I never imagined I could have: love. Real, true love."You know," Maximilian says, taking a step closer to me, "there was a time when I thought I couldn’t have this. When I thought I wasn’t capable of it."I reach out and touch his arm, the connection between us steady and comforting. "I never gave up on you, Maximilian. I knew you had the capacity for love. I just had to see it for myself."He looks at me for a long moment, his
Maximilian’s hand brushes against mine as we stand on the balcony overlooking the city. The night is alive with shimmering lights, but none compare to the warmth in his eyes when he glances at me.“You’ve been quiet,” he says, his voice soft, yet probing.I take a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze wrap around us. “Just thinking.”“About?”“Everything.” I turn to face him, searching for the right words. “Where we started, where we are now... and where we’re headed.”A flicker of emotion crosses his face, but he masks it quickly, the way he always does when he’s unsure of his own feelings.“You regret it?” he asks, his tone hesitant, as though the answer might undo everything we’ve built.“Regret marrying you?” I shake my head with a faint smile. “Not for a second.”Relief flashes in his eyes, and he cups my face gently. “Neither do I.”The weight of those words settles between us. For a man who once viewed marriage as a business deal and love as a weakness, his admission feels monum
“We need a plan,” I said, my voice steady as I looked across the conference room table at Maximilian. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the tension in his sharp features. “Not just for the business but for us.”Maximilian leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes narrowing. “Are you suggesting I don’t already have a plan?”I shook my head, refusing to be intimidated by his commanding presence. “You always have a plan. But this time, I want to be part of it.”A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly masked by his usual stoicism. “You’re already part of it, Eliza. More than you realize.”“Then show me,” I challenged. “Let me be your partner, not just your wife in name only.”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken truths.“I don’t need protection from the business world, Maximilian,” I added, softening my tone. “I need to stand beside you, not behind you.”He exhaled sharply, running a hand
“Maximilian, we need to talk,” I said, my voice steady despite the nerves clenching in my stomach.He didn’t look up from his desk, the blue glow from the multiple screens casting sharp shadows across his face. His jaw was set the sharp angles of his expression colder than usual. I knew that look—it was the face of a man ready to conquer the world, no matter the cost.“What is it?” he asked, fingers typing furiously on the keyboard.I clenched my fists, grounding myself. This wasn’t the time to cower. Not anymore. “If you keep trying to rebuild this empire on your own, you’re going to lose everything. And I’m not going to stand by and watch that happen.”His fingers stilled. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to meet mine, those piercing gray eyes assessing me like I was an anomaly he couldn’t quite solve. “What are you saying, Eliza?”“I’m saying you need help,” I said, my voice firmer now. “I’m saying I want to help you.”Maximilian let out a dry laugh, leaning back in his chair. “Help me?
“You didn’t even come after me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The cold night air bit at my skin as I stood on the balcony of the hotel suite I’d rented after leaving Maximilian. The city lights below blurred through my tear-filled eyes.“I thought you wanted space,” Maximilian’s deep voice broke through the silence behind me. I stiffened, not expecting to hear him tonight.Turning slowly, I found him standing in the doorway, his usually composed expression shadowed by something raw—something close to regret.“You have a funny way of interpreting things, Maximilian,” I said bitterly. “Space doesn’t mean abandoning me when I’m breaking.”He took a tentative step forward. “I didn’t know what to say.”“Of course, you didn’t.” I crossed my arms, my heart thundering in my chest. “You always hide behind silence when things get hard.”“I’m here now.” His voice was rough.“That doesn’t fix anything.” I blinked back fresh tears. “I poured my heart out to you, and you stood there lik
“You’re late again.” My voice trembled, though I tried to keep it steady. Maximilian’s towering figure stood by the doorway, his expression blank. The suit jacket he wore was wrinkled, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. His eyes were devoid of the sharp intensity that usually defined him.“I had meetings.” His tone was clipped, dismissive. He loosened the knot of his tie, his gaze avoiding mine.“Meetings that run until two in the morning?” I crossed my arms, trying to hide the ache in my chest. “This has become a pattern, Maximilian.”He sighed heavily, tossing his tie onto the couch. “I don’t have time for this, Eliza.”“There it is again.” My voice cracked. “You never have time for me, do you? Or for us.”He finally met my gaze, his blue eyes cold. “I’m building an empire, Eliza. That doesn’t come without sacrifices.”“And I’m just one of those sacrifices, right?” My throat tightened. “Do you even realize how distant you've become? I can't keep pretending that this—whatever
"Eliza, stop running from this conversation," Maximilian’s voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy silence in the room.I whirled around, my chest heaving. "I'm not running! I'm trying to breathe, Max. Is that too much to ask after what you just said?" My voice cracked despite my efforts to sound strong.Maximilian’s jaw clenched. "We can get through this together. Why can't you trust that?""Because you kept something from me!" I snapped, my words echoing off the walls. "Do you even understand how humiliating it was to hear about your past from someone else?"His eyes darkened. "I was trying to protect you.""No." I shook my head vehemently. "You were protecting yourself. There's a difference."He took a step toward me, his presence commanding as ever. "You're right. I was selfish. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you, Eliza. Everything I've done—every decision—was because I couldn't risk losing you."My heart twisted painfully at his confession. "Then why does it feel lik
“You’ve been unusually quiet all morning,” Maximilian said, his tone sharp as he glanced at me from across the breakfast table.I clenched my fork tighter, pushing the scrambled eggs around my plate. “Just thinking.”His eyes narrowed. “About what?”I debated whether to answer or deflect. But the weight in my chest wouldn’t let me stay silent. “You.”Maximilian set down his coffee cup with a deliberate clink. “What about me?”I met his gaze, refusing to look away despite the unease tightening my stomach. “About what you’re hiding.”His expression hardened. “Eliza—”“You’ve always been a fortress, Maximilian,” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “I’ve respected that. But there’s something different now. I can feel it.”He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “You’re imagining things.”I shook my head. “No, I’m not. You’ve been distant, even after everything we’ve been through. And then there’s that phone call last night—”His jaw tensed. “What phone call?”“The one you took in t