Electra POV I stood frozen, my mind reeling from the shocking revelation. Knoxville and Maxwell, brothers? I never saw that coming. Their contrasting personalities baffled me - Maxwell's calm demeanor versus Knoxville's explosive temper.Memories flooded my thoughts. When I first met Knoxville, he seemed just like Maxwell - composed, charming. But that facade crumbled, revealing a manipulative, cheating heart. He used me, betrayed me with my friend, and discarded me like trash.A chill ran down my spine. Their family's history painted a disturbing picture. Knoxville's father, a philandering man who cheated on his mother with his secretary, spawning Maxwell. Was this toxic behavior ingrained in their DNA?"I made a mistake calling him my boyfriend," I muttered.My lips trembled, bitten hard to stem the emotions.I had lied, of course. Knoxville was my ex-husband, a secret I dared not reveal. Better to keep it hidden, avoid the messy truth.My eyes wandered, lost in thought. Had I esca
Knoxville POV I paced around my room, my mind racing with unsettling thoughts. My suspicions had been aroused since Henry revealed Maxwell's investment in Electra's company. But the notion that they might be romantically involved? Unthinkable. How did they even cross paths?The possibility still lingered, refusing to dissipate. My patience was wearing thin, and the mere thought of Electra with my half-brother, my arch-nemesis, ignited a fire within me.Determined to uncover the truth, I had tasked Henry with digging deeper. But the silence since then had been deafening.Just as I was lost in thought, Henry burst into my room, his expression a mix of urgency and revelation."Did you find anything?" I asked, my voice laced with anticipation.Henry nodded, taking a seat in the chair facing me. "They've known each other for five years now," he revealed, his words dropping like a bombshell.I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Five years? How could this have gone undetected?"What els
Author POV Knoxville's determination drove him to seek out Electra, and Henry obligingly chauffeured him to her company. As they arrived, Knoxville parked his car in the garage and stepped out, Henry following closely behind. Knoxville's heart raced as he pushed through the revolving door, Henry at his side.Upon entering, they were greeted by the receptionist's warm smile. "Welcome, gentlemen. How may I assist you?""I'm here to see Electra," Knoxville announced, his voice firm.The receptionist's expression turned apologetic. "I'm afraid she's currently in a meeting with her team. Would you mind waiting?"Knoxville nodded curtly, and they made their way to the waiting room. Plush leather sofas and polished wood accents enveloped them in comfort.As they sat, Henry turned to Knoxville, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure she's not going to be upset seeing you here?"Knoxville scoffed, his jaw set. "I have to face her, no matter what. This can't be avoided."Henry raised an ey
Electra POV I exhaled sharply as he walked out of my office, leaving me seething. My fists clenched, I slammed them onto the desk, making the pens and papers jump."What did he take me for?" I muttered, my voice laced with indignation. "Does he think I still have feelings for him?" The thought repulsed me. "I resent him, not love him."I took a deep breath, attempting to compose myself. My subconscious mind piped up, its voice a nagging whisper."Perhaps you should tell him about his daughter. He deserves to know he has a responsibility."I snarled, silencing the voice. "Shut up!" My palm slapped the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Who says I'm not capable of taking care of my daughter?"My anger boiled over, I shot up from my chair and strode to the water cooler. I gulped down a glass of water in one swift motion, feeling the cool liquid calm my frayed nerves.As I stood there, I couldn't shake off the lingering emotions. His presence still lingered, stirring up memories
Author Electra pulled up to Richardo's grand estate, the soft glow of the evening lights casting an inviting ambiance. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for the meeting ahead, as she parked her car outside the imposing entrance. Stepping out onto the paved driveway, the crunch of gravel beneath her heels echoed through the stillness.As she shut the car door, the sound seemed to punctuate her resolve. With determined strides, Electra approached the entrance, where a smartly uniformed guard stood watch."I'm here—" Electra began.The guard's knowing smile cut off her introduction. "Welcome, ma'am. Sir Maxwell already informed me of your arrival. Please, go right in."With a courteous bow, he stepped aside, gesturing toward the open door. Electra's eyes flicked to the guard's name tag – Jenkins – before she nodded her appreciation.As she entered the mansion, Electra was enveloped by the opulent décor and the soft hum of classical music. As Electra navigated the familiar hallwa
Maxwell's eyes lit up with warmth as he reminisced, "My mum, she's the one who taught me how to make good meals. She loves cooking for dad, and was always intentional about putting love into every dish." Electra's lips curled into a gentle smile, intrigued by the affectionate tone."That must have been a real challenge growing up in a family with two wives," Electra asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Maxwell's expression remained calm, unfazed by the probing question."Not at all," he replied. "His first wife passed away when I was just three years old, and it was only after a year of grieving that my dad married my mother. Plus, Knoxville, my half-brother, lived most of his life abroad, so we didn't really overlap much." Electra's eyebrows arched slightly, her eyes sparkling with interest."Oh, I see," Electra said, her smile deepening. She leaned in slightly, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. Electra let out a contemplative sigh, her voice laced with concern.
Henry's expression turned concerned as he placed a hand on Knoxville's shoulder. "Don't you think you should take a break and spend some time in the countryside? Or perhaps travel to England for a while?" he suggested.Knoxville's face twisted in disdain. "Did you think I should run away like a coward that I've always been?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.Henry's eyes softened. "I'm not saying you're a coward, Knoxville. I just think you need some time alone to clear your head and shake off all the negativity."He paused, his voice gentle. "The countryside is where you spent happy times with your mom. It's your sanctuary. Maybe being there will help you find peace again."Knoxville's smirk deepened, his eyes flashing with defiance. "That's running away, and I won't do that," he said dismissively.Henry sighed, his hand dropping from Knoxville's shoulder. "Fine, but know this: you can't keep bottling up your emotions. Sooner or later, it'll consume you."Knoxville's gaze harde
Henry walked into the sleek, modern lobby of the Scofield Company, his disguise transforming him into a stranger. He adjusted his suit, adopting a confident air.As he approached the reception desk, the receptionist looked up, her eyes locking onto his."How may I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice professional.Henry cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "I'm here for a business meeting with Mr. Matthew Scofield."The receptionist's fingers flew across her keyboard. "Are you Mr. Henry Smith?" she asked.Henry nodded, his expression serious.The receptionist smiled. "Welcome, Mr. Smith. Mr. Scofield is expecting you. Please, take a seat."She gestured to the plush waiting area.Henry sat, scanning the lobby's opulent decor.Within minutes, the receptionist's phone buzzed."Mr. Scofield will see you now," she announced.Henry stood, straightening his tie.As he followed the receptionist to Matthew Scofield's office, his mind raced with strategy.The door swung open, revealing Matt
Knoxville POV I pulled up to the bar, the dimly lit sign reading "The Red Room" in bold letters. Ria had suggested we meet here tonight, and despite knowing I'm allergic to alcohol, I had agreed to go along with her choice. It had been a long time since we'd caught up, and I was looking forward to rekindling our friendship.Even though Ria had broken up with me in the past, I didn't hold any grudges. She had her reasons for ending our relationship, and I respected her decision. I parked my car and stepped out into the crisp evening air, the sound of laughter and music drifting out of the bar.As I walked in, Ria waved at me from a corner table, a bright smile on her face. I smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth and familiarity. I made my way over to her, weaving through the crowded room, and sat down in the chair opposite hers. The table was small, with only a few inches separating us, and I could feel the warmth of her presence.Ria's eyes sparkled as she smiled at me. "You're look
Maxwell POV I stormed out of his office, my anger boiling over like a cauldron about to spill its contents. The hallway seemed to blur around me as I strode through it, my feet pounding the floor in a rhythmic expression of my fury. I burst into my office, slamming the door shut behind me, and made a beeline for my desk.With a snarl, I slammed my fist onto the polished wood, making the pens and papers jump. I yanked open the top two buttons of my shirt, feeling the constriction of my collar easing as I struggled to contain my rage. "What the fuck!" I exploded, my voice echoing off the walls of my office.All my efforts, all my planning, all my convincing of the shareholders – it had all been for nothing. He still had the audacity to tell me he was ready to fight back for Electra. Did he really think I had come this far, sacrificed this much, just to lose to him? The very idea was an affront, a slap in the face that made my anger burn even hotter.I tried to think, but my mind was a
Knoxville POV I strode into the company, my every step exuding confidence, with Henry walking closely behind me. I maintained a serious expression as I entered the hall, where the shareholders were already seated. Maxwell sat opposite me, his eyes fixed on mine with an air of challenge. I glanced at my father's empty chair, a pang of sadness hitting me. If he weren't in the hospital, this meeting might not be necessary. I took a deep breath, composed myself, and sat down on the right-hand side, beside my father's PA, facing Maxwell. Our eyes locked in a tense stare.With a calm demeanor, I asked, "What's the purpose of this meeting?" My voice was steady, but my eyes never left Maxwell's face. I already knew the reason for the meeting, but I wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth.Maxwell's words hung in the air like a challenge. "The shareholders are talking about the chairman seat. They said it can't be empty." I scoffed, my eyes narrowing in disdain. He's exactly like his mother,
Knoxville sat in the VIP room, his eyes fixed on his father, who lay motionless in the hospital bed. The soft beeping of the life support machines and the gentle hiss of oxygen filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions that churned within Knoxville's chest.As he gazed at his father, a mix of anger, sadness, and regret swirled within him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions, before speaking in a voice that trembled with emotion. "Why haven't you told me all this while?" he asked, his words laced with a deep sense of hurt and betrayal.Knoxville's eyes searched his father's face, seeking answers to the questions that had haunted him for so long. "Why did you make me hate you so much?" he continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "You made my mother misunderstand you, and she hated you till her dying breath."As he spoke, Knoxville's hand reached out, and he gently took his father's hand in his, his touch a poignant contrast to the anger and r
Knoxville POVI sat in my car, waiting for my dad's PA to arrive. The door swung open, and he slipped into the passenger seat beside me. He turned to face me, his expression expectant. "You said you wanted to see me, Knoxville. I'm here now," he said, his voice neutral.I smirked, a hint of amusement dancing on my lips. "I wanted to ask you something very important," I said, my tone measured. The PA nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "What is it?" he asked, his voice encouraging me to continue.I chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and leaned back in my seat. The PA's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression curious. He seemed to sense that whatever I was about to ask was significant, and he was ready to listen.I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto the PA's. "What did you know about Henry?" I asked, my voice low and even. The PA let out a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I thought it was something serious," he said, chuckling. "Henry is your PA, and you guys have been frien
Knoxville POV As I stepped out of my car and onto the sprawling grounds of the KT company, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. This was my mother's company, a business empire she had built from scratch, and although I had never worked here, neither have I come here once. I grabbed the folder containing the pictures and CD, and headed towards the company's main building. As I walked through the hallway, I was greeted by my aunt's personal assistant, who was waiting for me with a warm smile. "Welcome, sir," he said, his eyes gleaming with courtesy. "Your aunt is expecting you. Please, follow me."I nodded, falling into step behind him as he led me to my aunt's office. The PA pushed open the door, and I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the spacious room. My aunt was seated behind her massive desk, a look of warmth and concern on her face.. "Hey Knoxville," she called out with a warm smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with affection. The way she said my name, with a ge
Knoxville POVAs I stepped into my dad's house, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. I had come here with a singular purpose: to search for clues. Something had been nagging at me, a feeling that there was more to the story of what had happened years ago. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was determined to uncover the truth.As I looked into my dad's eyes earlier, I had seen something there that gave me pause. It was a flicker of guilt, a hint of trouble that he had been holding back. And yet, despite the anger and resentment I had been harboring towards him, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to the story than I had initially thought.I thought back to the fact that my dad had been visiting my mother's grave twice a year. If he had truly wanted to betray her, would he have been so diligent in paying his respects? It didn't add up, and I found myself wondering if I had misjudged him all along.As I began to search the house, I could
Mr. Rodriguez's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at Maxwell, his voice firm but laced with a hint of curiosity. "You're here, Maxwell?" he asked, his eyes flicking to the closed door behind Maxwell.Maxwell walked closer to the pair, his movements confident and deliberate. Knoxville, on the other hand, looked less than pleased to see Maxwell. He smirked, his eyes glinting with a mixture of annoyance and hostility as he glared at Maxwell. Then, with a dismissive flick of his head, he turned away, his face set in a scowl.Knoxville's voice was laced with irritation as he asked, "You asked what's going on here! What did you hear?" His tone implied that Maxwell had no business being there, and that he was somehow eavesdropping on a private conversation.Maxwell chuckled, a low, smooth sound that seemed to grate on Knoxville's nerves. "Is there something I need to know that you both are hiding from me?" Maxwell asked, his eyes locked on Knoxville's face, his gaze piercing and intense.Kn
Maxwell's face was a picture of fury as he made the call, his anger palpable in the air. He paced back and forth, his eyes blazing with intensity, as he waited for the person on the other end to answer.As the person picked up, Maxwell's voice was low and menacing. He banged his fist on the table in front of him, making the objects on it jump. "You will have to listen to what I have to say, understand?" he growled, his words dripping with malice.But the person on the other end was not intimidated. They bashed back at Maxwell, their voice rising in defiance. "I am done listening to you," they spat. "So you're getting married to her? That's never going to be possible, trust me."Maxwell's face darkened even further, his eyes flashing with anger. He took a deep breath, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "You know the repercussions of not listening to me," he warned. "I wouldn't repeat myself, so you better stay put until I ask you to come." With that, he hung up the call, his chest