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 paced in the dimly lit hallway outside Maximilian's study, my heart pounding in sync with the ticking clock on the wall. The phone call had unsettled him, though he masked it well behind his usual stoic facade. But I knew him better now—his clenched jaw, the subtle tremor in his hand, and the way he avoided looking at me spoke volumes. The door creaked open, and he stepped out, his eyes shadowed with something I couldn't quite place. “Maximilian,” I said softly, taking a tentative step toward him. “What happened? Who was on the phone?” He hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and the floor. “It was…someone I haven’t spoken to in years.” “Your father.” It wasn’t a question. The weight of the air between us confirmed it. He nodded, his expression hardening. “He wants to meet. Says it’s urgent.” I reached out and placed a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?” His laugh was bitter, cold. “Am I okay? Eliza, my father isn’t the kind of man you sit down with for tea and pleasa
I stood in the corner of the living room, my fingers curling around the smooth edge of the mantelpiece. Maximilian paced in front of me, his jaw tight, every step heavier than the last. The air between us buzzed with tension, but I didn’t dare break it. The arrival of his father earlier had turned the house into a pressure cooker, and I was just trying to keep from boiling over. “Max,” I said softly, testing the waters. “You’ve been pacing for ten minutes.” He stopped abruptly, turning toward me with those icy gray eyes that always made my stomach twist. But this time, there was something different—something raw. “What am I supposed to do, Eliza?” His voice was sharp, almost cutting. “He wants me to just step into his shoes like the past twenty years didn’t happen. Like he didn’t abandon me when I needed him most.” I walked closer, hesitant but determined. “You don’t have to make a decision right now. You can take time to think about it.” Maximilian’s laugh was bitter, almos
The cold draft of the study pressed against my skin, though it wasn’t the room that made me shiver. It was the silence—the kind that hung heavy in the air after a storm. Maximilian sat across from me, his shoulders rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscle ticked with every second of my waiting. The letter lay between us like a live grenade, its edges curling slightly under the weight of the truth it carried. “Why didn’t you tell me?” My voice barely rose above a whisper, but it carried every ounce of my disbelief, my anger, my hurt. His piercing gray eyes locked onto mine, void of the warmth I thought had begun to grow there. “Because it doesn’t concern you.” I flinched at his words. “Doesn’t concern me? Maximilian, I’m your wife—whether by contract or not. Do you honestly believe something this monumental wouldn’t affect me?” He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor. “You don’t understand, Eliza. This... this is bigger than you or me. It’s ab
The anonymous message played on repeat in my mind like a haunting melody I couldn’t silence. “You don’t know everything about him.” Who sent it? And what did they know that I didn’t? I barely slept that night. My thoughts were a mess of questions and half-formed fears. As much as I wanted to confront Maximilian, I couldn’t bring myself to face him—not yet. My trust in him was fragile, hanging by a thread, and I wasn’t ready for another confrontation that might tear it apart completely.By morning, I decided to focus on what I could control. I texted the number back, though I knew it was a long shot. Who is this? What do you mean? Hours passed without a response. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart leaped, but it was always something trivial—a notification, a call from my mother’s nurse, or a reminder about bills. The weight of the silence was suffocating.It wasn’t until late afternoon that I saw Maximilian again. I was in the garden, absently tending to the roses, when his shad
I can feel the weight of Maximilian’s presence even before I hear his footsteps. He’s standing there, near the door, but neither of us moves. It’s as if we’re both frozen, caught between the past and the possibility of something better, something different. The words my father spoke to me—his cold admission of orchestrating everything—are still ringing in my ears.“You never wanted me to have her, did you?” I had asked. His silence in return had been deafening.And now here I am, standing in the cold silence of Maximilian’s office, waiting for him to say something that will make this all make sense. I need him to explain—to make it right. I’m desperate to understand why he didn’t tell me about the hidden hand behind our marriage, why he kept it from me. And yet, part of me already knows the answer. I just don’t want to face it.“Maximilian,” I begin, my voice barely a whisper, “I need you to be honest with me. Please. About everything. No more lies, no more secrets. I can’t keep livin
The car ride back to my mother’s house was silent except for the low hum of the engine. I stared out the window, my thoughts a tangled mess of fear and guilt. What had happened? Why had my mother sounded so frantic? And, selfishly, why did I feel as if my world had split in two the moment I left Maximilian standing in the doorway, his jaw clenched, his eyes unreadable? “Do you want me to come in with you?” Maximilian’s voice broke through my thoughts. I glanced at him, his hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing anchoring him. “No,” I said quietly. “I think it’s better if I go alone.” His jaw tightened. “Are you sure? I don’t mind—” “Max,” I interrupted, using the nickname he only allowed me to use in private. “This is my family. I need to handle this.” His eyes flicked to me briefly before returning to the road. “Alright,” he said after a pause. “But call me if you need anything.” “I will,” I lied. When we pulled up to the house, I hesitated, my han
It was quiet, too quiet, as I stood by the window of our penthouse, watching the lights of the city flicker against the night sky. The weight of the past few weeks hung heavily on my shoulders, yet there was a strange sense of peace in the silence. The decision to stay with Maximilian—to choose him—wasn’t made lightly. It had been a battle between my head and my heart, but for once, I let my heart win. “Penny for your thoughts?” His voice startled me, low and smooth, as he approached. I turned to see him leaning against the doorway, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up. There was something different about him tonight—an openness in his expression, a vulnerability I wasn’t used to seeing. “I was just thinking about how far we’ve come,” I said softly. “It feels... unreal.” He crossed the room in a few long strides, stopping just inches away from me. “Unreal, or unbelievable?” I tilted my head, meeting his gaze. “Both, maybe.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. The sile
Maximilian’s hand gently cupped my cheek, his thumb grazing the curve of my jaw. The warmth of his touch sent a ripple of calm through me, a feeling I’d come to rely on in the midst of all the chaos we had endured."Are you sure?" His voice was a low murmur as if the very question carried a weight far beyond the words themselves.I swallowed, the lump in my throat catching my words before they could form. But then I took a breath and held his gaze, steadying myself, reminding myself of everything we’d fought for, everything we’d overcome together."I’m sure," I said, my voice stronger now, my heart brimming with certainty. "No matter what happens, Maximilian, I’m yours. Forever."A flicker of something—vulnerability, perhaps—passed through his eyes, but it was gone before I could truly grasp it. His lips parted, then sealed shut, as if he was struggling to find the right words. And for a man who usually had control over everything, this moment—this uncertainty—felt new, even to him.H
"Maximilian," I whispered, my voice trembling, "do you really think we can make this work?"He stood by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the city lights. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of traffic below. Slowly, he turned to face me, his expression unreadable."I don't think," he said, his voice low but steady. "I know."I let out a shaky breath. "But what if—""No more 'what ifs,' Eliza." His eyes softened, a rare vulnerability flickering beneath the icy exterior. "We've spent too much time living in doubt. It's time we start living in certainty."I wanted to believe him, but the weight of our past hung heavily between us. "Maximilian, you've always been in control of everything—your business, your life, even this marriage. But love... love doesn't work like that. It's messy and unpredictable."He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Then let's be messy together."A nervous laugh escaped me. "You? Messy? I can't picture that.""Neither could
“You never listen, Maximilian,” I said, my voice trembling. “You’re so used to controlling everything that you don’t even see what’s right in front of you.”His eyes were sharp, glinting under the soft chandelier light of the living room. “And what exactly am I not seeing, Eliza?” he challenged, stepping closer.“Me!” I yelled, surprising even myself. “I’m standing here, trying to be part of your life, but you keep shutting me out. I can’t keep fighting to be seen by you.”Maximilian's jaw clenched, and for a long, agonizing moment, he said nothing. The tension between us was thick, the air heavy with unsaid words. I could feel my heart racing, but I stood my ground.“You think I’m shutting you out?” he finally said, his voice low but intense. “You have no idea what it’s like to live with the kind of past I have.”“Then tell me,” I pleaded. “Stop making me guess. Stop pushing me away every time I get too close.”His hands balled into fists at his sides. “It’s not that simple.”“Yes, i
"Eliza, we need to talk," Maximilian said, his tone sharp enough to cut through the tension that had been suffocating us for days.I folded my arms across my chest, bracing myself. "Is this about the gala?""No," he snapped, pacing in front of the grand windows of our penthouse. "It's about us."My stomach tightened. The weight of the word us felt like an anchor dragging me down."What about us?" I managed to ask, though my voice wavered.Maximilian stopped pacing and turned to face me, his icy blue eyes filled with an intensity that made my pulse race. "This... arrangement, this marriage—" He exhaled sharply, his frustration palpable. "It’s falling apart, Eliza."I swallowed hard. "Falling apart?"He ran a hand through his dark hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. "We’ve been pretending that this can work, but it’s not that simple."My heart clenched. "So what are you saying? That you regret marrying me?"He didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked at me with a mixtu
I paced the length of our bedroom, my mind racing. The weight of everything—the unexpected visitor, Maximilian’s stoic demeanor, and the suffocating reality of this life—pressed down on me. My chest felt tight as if the walls of this luxurious cage were closing in.Maximilian stood by the window, his posture rigid. His back was to me, but I could feel the storm brewing beneath his cold exterior. He hadn’t spoken since the visitor left, and the silence was unbearable.“I can’t do this,” I blurted out, my voice cracking.He turned slowly, his sharp gaze slicing through me. “Do what?”“This life, Maximilian. The secrets, the lies, the constant pressure to be someone I’m not.” My voice wavered, but I forced myself to continue. “I’m losing myself in this marriage.”His jaw tightened. “You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to this.”I shook my head, frustration boiling over. “I agreed to a business arrangement, not to have my entire identity stripped away.”He took a step towa
Maximilian's steady breathing beside me was a rare comfort I had come to cherish. The early morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of our bedroom, casting a soft glow over his usually guarded face. I traced his features with my eyes, wondering how we had come this far from a cold, transactional arrangement to something that felt... real.I reached out to brush my fingers lightly over his hand when the shrill sound of the doorbell shattered the peaceful silence. My heart skipped a beat. Who would be here so early?Maximilian's eyes flew open, sharp and alert. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice still husky from sleep as he slid out of bed."Wait—" I protested, but he was already pulling on a shirt and striding toward the door with the determined authority that never left him, even in the privacy of our home.Ignoring his command, I grabbed my robe and hurried after him, my instincts telling me that this visit was anything but ordinary.The doorbell rang again, more insistent
The chill in the air was sharp as Maximilian and I stood on the balcony, the city lights flickering like scattered stars beneath us. My heart raced, caught between the gravity of our earlier conversation and the uncertainty that lingered between us. I had taken a leap of faith, choosing to trust him, but I knew that trust was a fragile thing.“You’ve been quiet,” Maximilian said, breaking the silence. His voice was low but steady, tinged with something I couldn’t quite place—concern, perhaps?“I’m thinking,” I admitted, wrapping my arms around myself.“About what?”I turned to face him, searching his eyes for the answer I didn’t have. “About us. About whether we can really survive all of this.”His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t respond. But then he surprised me.“We will.” His voice was resolute. “I won’t let anything come between us, Eliza. Not my past, not your fears, not anyone else’s interference.”His words were bold, but I wasn’t sure if they were enough
Maximilian stood by the window, his broad shoulders tense and rigid. The city lights flickered behind him like a restless heartbeat. I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers knotting together as silence pressed heavily between us. The words he had spoken moments ago still echoed in my ears—words that left cracks in the fragile foundation we were trying to build.“You don’t understand, Eliza,” he had said. “If I tell you everything, I may lose you forever.”Now, here we were, caught in a moment that demanded courage neither of us was sure we possessed.“Maximilian,” I said softly, breaking the suffocating quiet. “You have to give me more than this. You can’t just throw a statement like that and expect me to walk away without knowing the truth.”His jaw clenched, and he turned to face me. The shadows on his face made him look harder, more formidable. But there was something raw in his eyes—fear, vulnerability, and a glimmer of guilt.“I’ve never trusted anyone enough to tell them what
The heavy silence in the room weighed down on my chest. Maximilian sat across from me, his jaw clenched, eyes hard and distant. I’d never seen him like this—so vulnerable yet determined to shield whatever storm brewed inside him.I folded my hands in my lap, my voice softer than I intended. “You can talk to me, Maximilian. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”His lips pressed into a tight line. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”I leaned forward, my pulse quickening. “Then tell me.”He stood abruptly, pacing the length of the room. The tension radiating from him was palpable. I had witnessed Maximilian in control, ruthless in meetings, and stoic in confrontations. But this? This was something entirely different.“You think you know me, Eliza, but you don’t.” His voice was low, laced with an edge of despair. “What if I told you there are things in my past that can never be forgiven?”My heart ached at the pain etched across his face. I rose from my seat, taking hesitant st