Max Santon was born into a modest family, Max's upbringing instilled in him a deep appreciation for honesty, integrity, and the pursuit of justice.
His father, Robert Santon, was a hardworking mechanic with a heart of gold. Through his long hours and dedication, Robert provided for his family and imparted the values of loyalty and perseverance to his son. Max admired his father's unwavering commitment to his craft and his unwavering support for his loved ones.
Max's mother, Evelyn, was a compassionate school teacher known for her warm smile and endless patience. She nurtured Max's love for learning and encouraged him to dream big, fostering his intellectual curiosity and instilling in him the belief that knowledge and education were powerful tools for making a difference in the world.
Growing up, Max had a younger sister, Lily, who was his constant com
Rose emerged from Sebastian's room, her figure adorned in a dress distinct from the one she had been wearing upon her arrival at the hospital. Notably, a scarf now enveloped her head, obscuring a significant portion of her face. As she prepared to depart, Sebastian's voice resonated with an air of authority. "You must put it on," he insisted, his tone leaving little room for debateAfter succumbing to yet another fainting spell during their conversation, she found herself in urgent need of a change in attire. As the dizziness overwhelmed her and the room spun uncontrollably, her consciousness faded away. When she finally regained awareness, she discovered herself lying on the familiar hospital bed she had occupied merely a few hours earlier. Grateful that she had foreseen the possibility of such an occurrence, she had wisely packed extra garments, as her current outfit had become severely wrin
You two, in my office," the Chief's voice resonated with a powerful authority, echoing through the bustling police station. Max's heart skipped a beat as he heard those words, his eyes involuntarily darting towards Lark, who wore an unsettling grin. Max adjusted his shirt nervously, the fabric feeling rough against his clammy palms, and reluctantly began making his way towards the Chief's office. Lark, always quick to seize any opportunity to tease Max, hurried behind him, his voice dripping with mischief."Today's your lucky day, Maxi boy," Lark whispered, a barely concealed amusement in his tone, a private joke that only the two of them shared. He chuckled, the sound seeping into Max's consciousness like an irritating itch. Max clenched his fists, desperately suppressing the urge to turn and deliver a punch squarely on Lark's smug face.As they walked down the dimly lit corridor, the air seemed to
Max and Lark strolled silently, through the police station, their footsteps echoing in the corridors as they made their way towards the garage. The familiar scent of gasoline and polished metal filled the air, mingling with the underlying tension that lingered between them. They spotted a row of police cars, their polished exteriors gleaming under the fluorescent lights.As they approached the vehicles, Lark casually leaned against one, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Let's take this one," he said, pointing to a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. Max hesitated for a moment, not particularly fond of riding shotgun with Lark, but he didn't want to cause any unnecessary friction between them, there was already enough from that morning. With a resigned sigh, Max nodded in agreement, "it's your call". He said.They climbed into the car, the leather seats
Max shot Lark a disapproving glance, the need to maintain professionalism outweighing his friend's jokes, " I'm sorry about my colleague" Max said to Damian, "yea, you better be" Damian said in return. Ignoring Damian's comment, Max focused on Rose, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity.As Rose was ushered into the waiting limo, her expression seemed tired and troubled. Max couldn't help but notice the strain etched on her face, even in the midst of her beauty. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that there was more to her story than met the eye.Their eyes met briefly, a glimmer of recognition flickering in Rose's gaze. It was as if a distant memory tugged at her subconscious, but she couldn't quite place it. She offered him a tired wave of thanks before the limo slowly drove away, leaving Max sta
Max continued walking through the hallways of the hospital beside Damian, who remained focused on their surroundings. As they walked in silence, Max felt the urge to break it."Umm, hey," Max said tentatively to Damian, who didn't immediately respond. Damian's eyes remained fixed on the hallways as if he were the sole person walking through them. Undeterred, Max pressed on, determined to address the issue at hand."Look, I'm sorry once again about my colleague," Max apologized sincerely, his voice tinged with regret. "He just seems to have a knack for saying the wrong things at the wrong time."Damian suddenly came to a halt, turning to face Max directly. His gaze was intense, suggesting he was ready to respond, his gaze intense and serious. His silence lingered for a moment, creating an air of anticipation.Lark lagged a mere couple of feet beh
Max slumped in the uncomfortable backseat of the police car, his gaze fixed on the blurry silhouette of Lark in the front. Lark, as always, was devouring an enormous doughnut, each exaggerated chew a reminder of their tense relationship. Max and Lark had never seen eye to eye peacefully, their constant exchange of sarcastic remarks grated on Max's already frayed nerves. It seemed that they were always on the brink of another explosive argument, just like the one that had erupted earlier that day.As the car rolled to a stop inside the dimly lit garage, Max's mind drifted to thoughts of Rose. They had shared a deep connection, and her absence weighed heavily on Max's heart. The police car had come to a halt mere steps away from where Rose's elegant limousine was parked, a stark reminder of the luxurious world she was now in.He remembered the day
Rose woke up early in the morning, her body burdened with an unusual weariness that weighed upon her. As she opened her eyes, she scanned the room and noticed a tray of breakfast delicately placed on the table beside her bed. Puzzled, she wondered who could have been so thoughtful as to bring her breakfast. Her mind was still clouded with the events from the previous day and the incessant presence of the press outside the hospital.Just as Rose was about to ponder further, Prisca, her best friend, walked into the room. Prisca's concerned gaze met Rose's, and she asked in a gentle tone, "Hey, Rose, how are you feeling this morning?"Caught off guard by Prisca's unexpected kindness, Rose couldn't help but feel suspicious. She hesitated for a moment, her brows furrowing, before replying, "I'm... I'm okay, I guess. Just a bit stressed and strangely tired. But why are you being
Lark's past was a tapestry woven with friendship, betrayal, and the stark division of social classes. In the quiet town they called home, Lark and Damian had once been inseparable, their bond forged in the innocence of childhood. They shared countless adventures, secrets, and dreams, their laughter echoing through the streets as they navigated the intricacies of life side by side.However, fate has a way of intervening in the most unexpected of ways. When Sebastian's family moved to town, bringing with them their opulence and affluent lifestyle, the dynamics of Lark and Damian's friendship began to shift. As Damian was drawn into the glimmering world of wealth and privilege, he inadvertently distanced himself from Lark, leaving their once-unbreakable connection strained and fragile.It was not long before the glaring disparities between their families became evident. While Sebastian's f
Four months later.The car moved steadily along the road, the gentle hum of the engine creating a comforting backdrop to the silence that enveloped the interior. Rose's hand rested on her slightly protruding belly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of her dress. Michael, who sat in the back seat, was gazing out of the window, lost in his own thoughts.Max's fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, his gaze alternating between the road ahead and Rose's profile. He could sense the mixture of emotions in the air—grief for Rose's mother, the weight of their recent experiences, and the glimmer of hope for the future.As they approached the cemetery, Rose's grip on her belly tightened slightly. She took a deep breath and turned to Max, her voice soft but determined. "Thank you for being here with me, Max. I know it's not easy."Max offered her a reassuring smile
The tension in the warehouse reached its breaking point, Sebastian moved with deliberate slowness towards the elevated platform where Michael was tied. His demeanor remained cold and calculating, a dangerous calm emanating from him. He retrieved a gun from his pocket, the metallic click as he removed the safety echoing in the hushed air."Rose, drop the gun," Sebastian's voice was ice-cold, the threat underlying every word.Rose's hand trembled as she clung to the gun, her wide eyes locked onto Sebastian's every movement. The gun was her last desperate card, her only means to keep Michael safe, and she clung to it with a fervent desperation.Max, his eyes flickering between Rose and Sebastian, sensed the imminent danger. He moved swiftly, lunging towards Rose in a desperate attempt to disarm her. His hands closed around the gun, and in the struggle, a gunshot rang out, the deafening sound ricocheting through the warehouse.
Max's suggestion was a slim hope, an attempt to gather any useful information from Sebastian, but as Rose dialed the number again and waited for him to answer, there was a sinking feeling that he was always a step ahead."Sebastian," Rose's voice held a hint of desperation, "tell me where my brother is. I need to know he's safe."Sebastian's chuckle on the other end was infuriating. "Oh, Rose, always trying to assert control. How quaint.""Just tell me!" Rose's voice trembled with a mix of anger and anxiety.Sebastian's tone shifted, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "I know you're with the cop, Rose. And I'm well aware of the audacious plan you're concocting. But remember this, you have limited time."Rose's grip on the phone tightened as she exchanged a tense glance with Max. "Where is my brother?"Sebastian's voice was like ice. "Meet me at the old warehouse by the docks. You remember it, don
They finally arrived at the boarding school, Rose's heart raced as they rushed into the reception area. She could feel the weight of every decision she had made up until this point pressing down on her. The thought of not being there for Michael when he needed her was like a heavy anchor dragging her down.As they reached the reception desk, a middle-aged woman looked up at them with a smile. "Hello, how can I help you?"Max spoke quickly, his voice firm yet respectful. "We're here to see Michael lugard, Is he currently at the school?"The receptionist checked her computer. "Yes, Michael lugardis a student here. However, visiting hours are usually—"Rose's voice trembled as she interrupted. "Please, it's really important. Can we see him? It's urgent."The receptionist's gaze softened as she recognized the urgency in Rose's voice. "Alright, let me make a quick call to the dormitory to see if he's avail
Rose's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove through the dimly lit streets, her mind racing and her heart pounding. Bloodstained and shaken, she knew she had to find a safe place to gather her thoughts and figure out her next move. Just as panic threatened to engulf her, her phone rang, the sound cutting through the tense silence of the car.Rose sped through the streets, her hands trembling on the steering wheel, her mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperation. The events of the past hours had pushed her to the edge, and the knowledge that she was holding a shard of glass that had wounded another human being weighed heavily on her.Just as panic threatened to overwhelm her, her phone rang, the sudden sound causing her to startle. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Max's name flashing on the screen. With a shaky hand, she answered the call."Rose, where are you?" Max's voice, steady and concerned, echo
As Rose watched from her hiding spot, her heart raced as Samuel's footsteps echoed through the mansion. She crouched behind a corner, her breath held, as he slowly made his way into the living room. She could see that he was dressed differently, not in his usual attire. Her mind raced to connect the dots, and then the realization hit her like a bolt of lightning – he wasn't here as a servant."Mrs. Wayne? Are you here?" Samuel's voice echoed through the grand room, his tone tinged with a mix of urgency and concern. He seemed to be searching for someone, and Rose's heart pounded in her chest.The sight of him moving slowly and scanning the room sent shivers down Rose's spine. He was different, something had changed about him. He was no longer the calm and collected Samuel she was used to. His demeanor was tense, almost anxious.As Samuel called out for her, Rose felt a surge of fear. She bit her lip to stifle any so
The two women were locked in a physical battle, their faces inches apart, eyes locked in a fierce contest of wills. Rose could see the fear and desperation in Prisca's eyes, the conflicting emotions that seemed to war within her. It was clear that Prisca was deeply entangled in Sebastian's world, but at the same time, there was something else – a flicker of humanity, a trace of regret."Let go, Rose! You don't know what you're getting into!" Prisca's voice cracked with a mix of emotions, and her grip on the journal tightened, her knuckles turning white. Rose's heart wavered for a moment, torn between her determination to uncover the truth and the urgency in Prisca's pleas.But the weight of everything she had learned, the memory of all the lives that had been shattered, fueled her resolve. With a sudden surge of strength, Rose twisted away from Prisca's grasp, breaking their physical contact. The journal rem
Rose stood up from the bathroom, her face still stained with tears, and took a deep breath to steady herself. She whispered to herself, "Stop crying, Rose," as if trying to muster some strength to face what lay ahead. With determination in her eyes, she left her room and quietly made her way to Sebastian's room, her heart pounding in her chest.As she stood in front of the door to his room, her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the doorknob. She took another deep breath, as if preparing herself for whatever she might find inside. With a hesitant push, the door creaked open, and she slipped inside, her senses immediately enveloped by the familiar scent of Sebastian's space.The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a lamp casting shadows along the walls. Rose's gaze scanned the room, her eyes falling upon Sebastian's large wardrobe. A flicker of determination crossed her features as she walked over to it. She fumbled with the handles of th
Rose stepped into the mansion, her heart still racing from the recent phone call with Sebastian. The weight of the situation was almost suffocating, and all she wanted was a moment to gather her thoughts. She entered her room, her steps silent on the plush carpet. As she closed the door behind her, a sense of isolation settled in.The room felt both familiar and foreign at the same time. It was a place where she should have found comfort, but now it seemed tainted by the secrets that had been unveiled. She looked around, her eyes taking in the elegant furniture, the soft lighting, and the delicate decorations that once held some pleasant memories. Now, everything seemed different.With a deep breath, Rose pulled out her phone and dialed Emily's number. The call rang for a few moments before Emily's voice greeted her on the other end."Hey, Rose! What's up?" Emily's cheerful tone was a stark contrast to the turmoil that R