Maximilian has always been consumed by his work. I knew that when I married him, but the reality of it hits differently when you’re living in the middle of it. It’s one thing to know that he’s a billionaire with a sprawling empire, and it’s another to experience firsthand the relentless demands of that empire.I stand at the kitchen island, stirring the coffee absentmindedly, my eyes flicking over to the grand windows of the living room. The sun is just beginning to set, casting a warm glow across the room. I know he’ll be home soon, but I’m not sure what to expect. He’s been pulling further away from me these past few days, retreating into his work, locking himself in his study until late into the night. I could tell him I miss him, but I don’t want to sound desperate. He’s been so distant lately—emotionally unavailable in a way that feels almost suffocating.The sound of the front door opening breaks my thoughts, and I turn to see him entering the foyer. Maximilian’s tall frame fill
I watched Maximilian from the kitchen as he sat at the dining table, buried in his laptop. His face was etched with that familiar look of intense focus, his eyes darting over figures on the screen, his fingers typing furiously. It had been like this for days. Weeks, even. The world around him was growing more and more distant, and the man I once hoped to build a life with was slipping further out of reach.I took a deep breath, glancing over at my mother, who was curled up in her favorite chair. She was sleeping, thankfully, but I couldn’t shake the worry that lingered in my chest. The weight of her illness was something I carried every day, but it seemed like every time I tried to balance my world, Maximilian’s empire would pull me away from everything I held dear. The more he immersed himself in work, the more I felt like I was left to navigate the storm alone."Eliza?" Maximilian’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. I hadn’t even realized I’d been standing there for so lon
I stood at the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. It was a cold, gloomy day—one of those where the world felt muted as if it too was holding its breath. The hum of Maximilian’s office behind me seemed distant, a quiet reminder that, for once, he was actually here with me and not buried in his empire. I felt his presence before I heard him approach. His footsteps were deliberate, and when he reached me, his warmth radiated from behind. He didn’t touch me, but I could feel the pull of his proximity.“You’re quiet today,” Maximilian said, his voice soft but laced with an edge I couldn’t quite place.I sighed, turning to face him. “I’m always quiet,” I murmured, trying to offer a small smile, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. The truth was, everything inside me was a storm, battling between the woman I was when I met him and the woman I was becoming.Maximilian watched me with those intense eyes of his, as though he was reading every emotion that flickered across my face.
I had never seen him like this before—so vulnerable, so consumed by something other than the ironclad control he’d always exhibited. Maximilian was standing in front of me, his face tense, his jaw clenched, as though battling some invisible force. His usual unshakable exterior had cracked, and I was unsure how to react to the vulnerability I saw in his eyes."Eliza," he began, his voice a little rough, "I need to tell you something—something you’ve never known."I felt my heart rate spike, my chest tightening with a sense of foreboding. I knew this conversation wasn’t going to be easy, and the weight of his words hung between us, thick and suffocating."What is it, Maximilian?" My voice barely rose above a whisper, the fear creeping up on me as I searched his expression for any clue as to what he was about to say.He took a deep breath, his eyes avoiding mine for a moment. The tension was unbearable, and I could feel my stomach churn with unease. Maximilian was the type of man who nev
I couldn’t breathe. The room was spinning, and I clutched the edge of the armchair as Maximilian’s words echoed in my head. Something you’ve never known. His voice, usually so controlled, had cracked at the edges, his regret tangible. I turned to him, searching his face for answers, but his expression was shuttered, as though he were bracing himself for impact. “Just tell me,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to meet his gaze. “No more hesitations. What is it, Maximilian?” He took a deep breath, his jaw tightening. “Eliza, I’ve never been completely honest with you. About my past… about who I was before you came into my life.” I folded my arms, trying to mask the tremor in my hands. “I think I already know enough. You’ve made it clear that this marriage was a transaction, nothing more.” “It wasn’t always that way,” he said, stepping closer, his eyes softening in a way that made my chest ache. “But there are things I kept hi
The air in Maximilian’s study was tense, a suffocating kind of silence filling the space. I stood by the window, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the cold edge of the glass. Below, the city lights blinked like stars scattered on the ground, a false sense of calm masking the storm that had found its way into our lives. Maximilian’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. “Sit down, Eliza.” I turned to face him, my chest tightening at the sight of his clenched jaw. His eyes, those piercing gray eyes that had softened over time, were now hardened, their edges sharp with determination. “Just tell me what’s going on,” I said, my voice shaking despite my attempt to sound resolute. “I deserve to know.” His gaze softened for a brief moment, but it was fleeting, like a ripple in a still lake. “You’re right,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “You do.” He motioned toward the leather armchair across from him, and I reluctantly sat down, my heart pounding as I braced mys
It felt like an eternity since Maximilian and I shared the same room without the weight of unspoken words pressing down on us. Now, sitting across from him in the quiet expanse of his study, the air between us felt raw—like an open wound we were both afraid to touch.He was pacing, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, the lines of his suit crisp and immaculate as always. But there was something different about him now. His movements were less controlled, more restless. I could see the cracks in his usual stoicism, and for once, I didn’t feel like the only vulnerable one in the room. “I don’t know where to begin, Eliza,” he admitted finally, his voice low but steady. He stopped pacing and turned to face me, his dark eyes searching mine. “I’ve hurt you. I’ve controlled you. And... I’ve failed to protect you in ways I promised myself I never would.” His words hung in the air, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at him. This was the same man who had once laid out rules for o
I didn’t know what to say. His words hung in the air between us, thick with the weight of everything we had been through, everything I had endured, and everything he had kept locked away. He was looking at me now—not with the cold detachment I had grown so used to, but with raw sincerity, as though he was standing before me completely vulnerable, offering me a piece of himself he hadn’t shown anyone in years.The room felt smaller, the space between us shrinking. I could feel my heart racing, a knot tightening in my chest. I had spent so long building walls around my emotions, convincing myself I could never trust him again. But now... now I wasn’t sure. I took a step forward, hesitant but not afraid. “Maximilian…” My voice cracked. “Why now? After everything?”He ran a hand through his dark hair, his gaze never leaving mine. “Because I’ve been an idiot, Eliza. I’ve been hiding behind the walls I built, thinking they would protect me, thinking they would keep me from feeling. But all
“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