Ariadne had spent the entire night asleep on the sofa, her exhaustion deepened by hours of silent tears.
Feeling an odd weight over her, she slowly opened her eyes, only to find a pair of long legs planted directly in front of her face. She tilted her gaze upward and saw Maximilian, dressed casually in a black sweater, standing over her. He looked better than last night she saw him, but still, his expression was as cold and unfeeling as ever. Ariadne’s tired eyes narrowed into a sharp, icy stare as she remained lying on the sofa, now fully aware of who was interrupting her morning. “The breakfast is ready,” Maximilian said with no warmth, no suggestion. “Clean up and join me.” Ariadne let out a bitter sigh. “I don’t know why you keep showing up in front of me,” she said, her voice laced with resentment. “You say you don’t mean to make my life a living hell, yet that’s exactly what you’re doing.” Maximilian paused, turning back to look at Ariadne, still sprawled on the sofa. “You’re right; this is exactly what I do,” he replied coldly. “And if you’re wondering why I keep showing up, it’s because we’re married—I’m your husband.” Ariadne rolled her eyes, her expression laced with disgust. “Ugh, stop making me nauseous. That’s pathetic.” Unfazed, Maximilian continued, “I’m planning to take you to meet my mother today, so I hope you can cooperate.” Ariadne’s eyes flickered with cynicism as she scoffed. “What a ridiculous request.” Maximilian heard her remark but chose to ignore it. “Eat your breakfast.” “I don’t want to,” she replied flatly. He stopped once again, his tone firm. “I don’t have the time or patience to entertain your rage, hatred, or whatever disgust you feel toward me. Life goes on, Ariadne. Accept it.” “No!” Ariadne snapped, raising her voice. “Do you think I’ll ever accept you—or this marriage? Never! I don’t want breakfast, I don’t want anything to do with you, and don’t tell me what to do. I’m not your damn pet!” Maximilian held her gaze, unmoved. Without another word, he lifted her effortlessly onto his shoulder. Ariadne gasped, struggling to free herself, but he didn’t relent. “What the hell are you doing? Put me down!” Ariadne struggled against Maximilian, but he held her firmly, carrying her into the bedroom. Without a word, he walked to the bathroom and set her down on the cold tile floor. To her shock, he turned on the shower, icy water hitting her skin. She jolted, instinctively raising her hands to shield herself from the spray, though it was too late—she was already soaked. She scrambled to her feet, glaring at him. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, fury in her eyes. “Bathing you,” he replied coolly, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “You stink. For your information, you haven’t showered in two days since your escape.” “Fuck it! Let me out!” She tried to push past him, but he blocked her path, keeping her under the spray. “Make sure you clean yourself thoroughly,” he said, his tone emotionless, before stepping out and closing the door behind him. Standing alone under the relentless cold water, Ariadne’s dress clung heavily to her, her eyes stinging with a mix of tears and water. She looked toward the closed door with raw hatred, feeling like a drenched, pathetic stray. She sank to the floor, letting the tears flow freely. Her thoughts turned bitterly to the fate that had forced her into marriage with a man as cold and unfeeling as Maximilian. She felt a surge of anger toward her brother, Jax, hating him for selling her into this nightmare while he likely lived in carefree luxury, oblivious to her suffering. Now, trapped in a living hell with no way out, Ariadne felt the crushing weight of despair settle deeper into her chest. Then, a knock echoed from the door. “Excuse me, Madam,” a voice called softly. “I’m Heidy. Mr. Milton assigned me to help you prepare.” As day turned to night, Maximilian indeed took Ariadne to meet his family. She had seen them at the wedding but hadn’t spoken to any of them—and had no desire to now. Despising the marriage, Ariadne extended her disdain to everything about Maximilian, including his family, who had known about his plans yet hadn’t tried to stop him. They arrived at the family estate under heavy security; several cars flanked theirs, moving like a royal escort. Ariadne felt only discomfort and cynicism toward the display. Even after they arrived at the grand residence, guards continued to hover around them, their presence is excessive and intrusive. Ariadne didn’t hide her unease, though Maximilian seemed indifferent. They finally entered the expansive dining room, where Maximilian’s family awaited. Ariadne was surprised to see the table dominated by men, with only one woman present—his mother. “There you are, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting for you to visit,” the woman, Margareth, said warmly, rising from her seat to greet Ariadne. Margareth embraced Ariadne softly, her warmth and politeness unmistakable. Her genuine smile made it difficult for Ariadne to maintain her hardened exterior. Guiding her to a seat, Margareth continued her warm welcome, making sure Ariadne felt invited and comfortable at the table. Ariadne, uncertain how to respond, found herself unexpectedly surrounded by the men of Maximilian's family. She glanced at Maximilian, who sat near her in the head seat, exuding an air of authority. Margareth expressed her delight at Ariadne’s visit, even chatting about Maximilian’s cold demeanor. She reassured Ariadne that his aloofness was merely a façade, not his true nature—a statement that made Ariadne swallow her resentment. But then suddenly, Maximilian received a call and left the room abruptly, saying nothing. Ariadne, left behind with strangers, felt her discomfort intensify, mentally blaming him for the awkwardness. Unnoticed by her, Gideon had been quietly observing her every move. “It must feel a bit awkward to be sitting with people you’ve never met before,” he remarked, his deep baritone drawing her attention. Ariadne offered a polite smile, though her dislike was evident. “More than ‘a bit awkward,’” she replied curtly. Gideon gave her an apologetic nod. “I apologize for your discomfort, Madam. They’re here merely as representatives for their parents.” Ariadne’s eyes narrowed. “What is this, a kindergarten gathering?” “Pffft!” Someone couldn’t stifle his laugh. Ariadne turned to see a tall man with bright brown eyes, a cheerful expression lighting up his face. “Apologies, Madam,” he said with a grin. “I'm Sebastian Whittaker, Max's cousin.” Ariadne didn’t respond or smile, making it clear she felt no need to hide her disinterest in Maximilian’s relatives. Setting her spoon down, she said, “I think I’m full. I’ll go get some fresh air.” Without waiting for a reply, she left the room. Ariadne wandered through the estate, determined to escape the stifling atmosphere inside. “This is revolting. I can’t stand any of them,” she muttered, only to feel her irritation spike as Andymon and Patrick appeared, following her closely. “Could you two please stop trailing me?” she demanded. Andymon, looking composed, replied, “I apologize, Madam, but Mr. Milton instructed us to stay with you.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, I’m just taking a walk around here—inside this estate. What’s next? Should I wear a choker leash?” Ariadne muttered irritably. Patrick, unfazed, replied, “Apologies, Madam, but you don’t need to mind us; we’re only here to ensure your safety.” Annoyed, Ariadne turned back sharply. “Forget it—I’ll just go back inside!” But she halted abruptly, surprised to see someone standing a little way off. It was Gideon. Andymon and Patrick inclined their heads respectfully to Gideon. As he approached Ariadne, he gave a polite yet chilling smile. “Could we have a moment to chat?” he asked, his tone courteous yet cold, his gaze fixed intently on her. Ariadne felt a flicker of unease and, for a fleeting moment, wished that Andymon and Patrick would stay close.Ariadne stood motionless as Gideon approached, a faint tension tightening her posture. As Andymon and Patrick discreetly withdrew, Gideon’s smile deepened—a smile that always carried a vague, unsettling edge, though she couldn’t quite place why it unnerved her.“Is something bothering you?” he asked smoothly. Ariadne didn’t respond, instead averting her gaze to avoid his piercing look.“Ah, it’s evident you feel out of place here, with your... new status,” he continued, his voice laced with amusement. “You’ve even gone to lengths to try to escape.” A smothered laugh escaped him, and Ariadne shot him a cold, sharp look.Gideon leaned casually against a pillar on the loggia, overlooking the vast swimming pool and serene courtyard beyond. The relaxed setting felt at odds with the tension simmering between them.Gideon watched her with a curious tilt of his head. “Is there anything you’d like to complain about when it comes to Max?”Ariadne gave him a frosty, piercing look before replying
Ariadne had been trapped in Maximilian's penthouse for two weeks, each day blending into the next. The sleek, elegant space felt more like a gilded prison than the luxurious sanctuary it was intended to be. She sat listlessly on the expansive, minimalist sofa, the enormous television casting familiar scenes, but nothing held her interest. Instead, she found herself fixated on her own toes, rhythmically tapping against the plush cushions, offering a small distraction from the monotony.Irritation simmered beneath the surface; her patience was wearing thin. A fleeting impulse urged her to kick the glass coffee table in front of her, to shatter something, to break the stillness. But even that urge faded quickly—she couldn’t bring herself to destroy anything so costly. And if she did, Maximilian would undoubtedly demand she replace it, just one more chain in the opulent cage he’d crafted for her.But he hadn’t been back since that night. Two weeks, and nothing. She wasn’t waiting for him,
"Anything?" Ariadne confirmed—seeing the hope before her eyes, then when Sebastian nodded, "then I'll ask for—"But he quickly cut. "But not when it comes to leaving the house or contacting the outside world," he replied, his tone firm, extinguishing the spark in her expression.Ariadne's face fell, her hope dissipating as frustration took its place. "You promised I’d have everything I wanted—is that just a lie? Did Maximilian lie to me?"Turning away from the television, Sebastian regarded her seriously, as she stood barely two steps from him. "He’ll give you anything else. Jewelry, clothes, food... whatever you need. Just not those two things."She let out a frustrated sigh. "So, in the end, I’m still trapped here."Sebastian shrugged with a detached calm. "Every place has its rules."Ariadne clenched her fists, her voice tightening with emotion. "Then tell me—what’s the real reason Maximilian brought me here and locked me up? I need to understand why I’m being treated this way." H
When Ariadne opened her eyes, she sensed an immediate change in the atmosphere. The lights in her room blazed brightly, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut, giving her pause. Is it already night? she wondered.She pushed herself upright, her head heavy and throbbing. Her vision wavered, and a deep heat radiated from her cheeks, painful even to her gums. She tried to make sense of what had happened but found herself at a loss, the memory of her outburst on the rooftop coming back in fragments—the desperation, the impulse that had nearly driven her to something reckless.Pressing a hand to her forehead, she let out a bitter laugh, mocking herself. “Have I really gone mad? Was I actually thinking of jumping?” she whispered, shaken by the memory.The realization that she had almost acted on such an impulse left her stunned. If Gideon hadn’t intervened… Her eyes clouded over, a haunted look crossing her face. “Am I… am I going to end up like Mom?”Then, a woman stepped into the room,
A month had passed, yet Maximilian hadn’t returned, leaving Ariadne alone in the expansive penthouse, which felt like a prison in the absence of purpose or company. To pass the time, she would escape to the rooftop garden, tending to flowers or swimming in the afternoon; some days, the hours slipped by with TV shows filling the silence. She kept herself occupied with Pilates and made use of the abundant space, but the freedom to step outside was forbidden. She did everything alone, even managed her illness without a soul nearby.Though Maximilian provided everything Ariadne wanted before she could even ask, the one thing she truly desired—to leave—remained out of reach. Trapped, Ariadne grew increasingly resentful, feeling as if her isolation was deliberate, a punishment cloaked in privilege.One evening, wrapped in a bathrobe, her damp black hair rolled into a towel, she sipped fruit juice and gazed out at the towering skyscrapers bathed in the orange light of sunset. The sight, beau
In the opulent silence of Maximilian's mansion suite, he stood speechless, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene before him. Ariadne, her gaze cold and seething with fury, let her bathrobe slip to the floor, standing exposed and defiant, arms spread as if daring him to take all of her."What are you waiting for?" she challenged, her tone biting. "You can start touching me all you want."Maximilian's eyes stayed locked on her, sharp and unyielding as he assessed the situation. He had expected Ariadne's anger, her confrontational stance, but this-her bold nakedness-had caught him off guard."Put your robe back on," he said, his voice steady but laced with irritation. "Why are you leaving with no clothes on at all?"Ariadne ignored Maximilian's command, her gaze piercing as if demanding he see the depths of her suffering-the anger simmering within her after a month of a loveless marriage."Why ask me to pick it up again?" she said, her tone both bitter and accusing. "Isn'
Ariadne couldn’t escape Maximilian's words: "From the moment I took you out of your house, I was already cursed." The phrase echoed in her mind as she went about her day, lingering at the edges of her thoughts when she was alone. As she slipped under the covers at night, as she sipped her morning coffee, or as she simply walked past Maximilian, his statement haunted her, evoking a new question each time: What did he mean by that? What curse did he suffer?She tried distracting herself, her eyes fixed on the television, yet she absorbed nothing from the screen. Her thoughts wandered back to him, cycling through frustration and confusion. Annoyed, she let out a cluck. "Does he think of me as a curse to him? Damn it," she muttered, frustrated. "If he truly felt cursed, why did he marry me in the first place? And if he’s so cursed, shouldn't he have divorced me by now?"Her private resentment simmered until she heard the sound of footsteps descending the staircase. She glanced up to see M
Ariadne couldn’t deny that Maximilian had changed since his month-long disappearance. Though she hardly knew him, she’d understood enough: Maximilian was typically apathetic, cold, and uninterested in connecting with anyone. But since his return, there was a subtle shift in his behavior.Despite being the head of a vast business empire, he spent his days confined to the penthouse, forcing Ariadne to endure the irritation of their constant, unavoidable encounters. And then there were his attempts at conversation—he’d ask trivial questions, like whether she’d slept well, as though it mattered to him.Sitting at the dining table, her glass now empty, Ariadne pondered aloud, “Does he feel guilty? For leaving me for a month?”But even these gestures grated on her. Every action of his, whether indifferent or suddenly attentive, felt suffocating, as if he was closing in on her world, inch by inch, leaving her feeling more trapped than ever.Ariadne's gaze drifted toward the stairs just as Ma
Ariadne felt like a wave of heat was spreading from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. This made her feel strange, and she immediately turned her face away when she felt that making eye contact with Maximilian any longer would only intensify the sensation.While Ariadne was shy, Maximilian just smiled and got up from his seat to grab his phone."Wh-where are you going?" Ariadne asked, intercepting Maximilian with a gentle tug on the corner of his shirt before he could take a step."I'm just going to grab my phone, Ariadne," he said, and immediately Ariadne let go of her grip, feeling more embarrassed as she thought Maximilian must be considering her a spoiled woman at that moment.Maximilian smiled again at Ariadne’s cute reaction before walking to the other side of the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand."I need to call a doctor to check on you again. I’m not going to use Andymon’s services anymore after he made me doubt his intellectual abilities as a doctor."Ariad
Maximilian returned to his room immediately after escorting Mr. Milton. He sighed repeatedly, still feeling the tension from the questions Mr. Milton had asked him earlier.It was about Mr. Milton asking if Ariadne's claim that Gideon was behind all the chaos was true.This was one of the things Maximilian had not wanted to reveal to his father immediately after he 'came to his senses'. There were still some things that were perhaps not fully understood, including whether his father was ready to hear the truth, which would undoubtedly shock him.Maximilian had felt confused, because he had no idea that Ariadne had ever told Mr. Milton directly that Gideon was the true villain. This almost led Maximilian to be suspected if he had failed to answer his father's question.Of course, Maximilian didn't tell the truth. He just acted naive and confused, then distracted his father by mentioning his father's heavy workload. Inevitably, Mr. Milton was reminded of his work and had to leave before
A long and exhausting day left Ariadne completely worn out, both physically and emotionally. After the trial, Ariadne slept for a long time. Today marked five days since Ariadne’s health worsened, forcing her to rest extensively to recover. During this time, Maximilian remained by her side, waiting for her to open her eyes.“How is she?” Maximilian asked just after Andymon finished checking on Ariadne.“Better than yesterday, no more fever,” Andymon replied, preparing to leave.“So when will she wake up?”“I don’t know.”Maximilian furrowed his brow. “How can you not know?” he protested, “You’re a doctor!”“I’m a doctor, not a fortune-teller who can predict when she’ll wake up. The important thing is Ariadne is doing better; when she wakes up is a later issue. She’ll wake up, I’m sure of it.”Maximilian pouted. Since the first day he asked when Ariadne would open her eyes, Andymon’s answer had always been the same. “You’re a doctor and you can’t even answer when your patient will wake
The trial is about to begin. The defendant enters the courtroom in handcuffs, and every pair of eyes is fixed sharply on her. The glare of the cameras feels tangible, as if capturing every second of Ariadne's walk toward the abyss of her downfall.Ariadne doesn't care. Since returning from visiting Maximilian earlier, she had already decided to ignore everything, even if today was the day she would be sentenced for a crime she never committed.In the open trial, several people had arrived, including Arman and Adelaide. But they didn’t come solely because their family was involved in the issue; they came to mock Ariadne and wait for the moment she would truly be gone from their lives.For a moment, Ariadne smiled bitterly at the thought. It turned out that all along, her family’s desire to erase her was that great. Ariadne had never realized this and always assumed it was just hatred because of her background, but it turned out to be much more than that.The trial proceeded calmly and
Ariadne wiped away her tears, until they dried for a moment. She smiled again, still holding Maximilian's hand; she spoke more casually as if this were something she regularly did with him in their once-normal married life, like people outside of their world."After I leave, Adelaide will come to your house as your real wife. Finally, something that should have happened will happen... it seems like you and Adelaide are truly destined to be together," Ariadne said; her words hurt both herself and Maximilian, who listened in silence. "I'm sure you'll have a better life with her, because Adelaide loves you so much—she's always loved you. She always talked about you with a glowing face, her happiness overflowing to the point where she forgot who she was talking to—because even if there was an earthquake, Adelaide wouldn't want to speak to me softly. But it’s a different story when she talks about you.Adelaide is the perfect woman, right? She's so beautiful, smart, and of course, she love
According to the agreement, after signing the divorce papers, Ariadne would be allowed to meet Maximilian.Today, Ariadne arrived in casual attire, wearing a knee-length white dress covered by a pink cardigan. She looked like her usual self, though the handcuffs still locked her wrists.But it wasn’t a big deal; although people at the hospital stared at her with fearful and anxious glances, Ariadne paid them no mind because today she would meet her husband. Ariadne was going to see the face of Maximilian Leander Milton, whom she missed.Thus, a faint smile remained on Ariadne's face with each step she took, and for some reason, it felt like today would truly be the last day she saw Maximilian.Ariadne arrived at the floor where Maximilian's room was located. There, in front of his hospital room, stood Mr. Milton, Andymon, and Jaxon. It was surprising to see Jaxon there, standing and staring at Ariadne with a concerned expression."How are you, Brother-in-law?" asked Ariadne as soon as
Andymon was too lost in his thoughts, bowing his head deeply and unaware of his surroundings. Even the voice that had just spoken to him was answered without much thought."Yes, it seems like I’m getting karma for hating Ariadne in the past," he replied to Maximilian's words. "But this feeling is just my guilt, and it’s incredibly annoying. I can’t stop thinking about what Ariadne said—"Andymon didn’t count the words he spoke until he realized what he was doing—and to whom he was responding. He quickly glanced at Maximilian, seeing his young master open his eyes a second after he focused them.Oh, his young master was awake—but something felt odd.“Y-you’re awake?” Andymon asked, looking both panicked and surprised.Maximilian stared at the ceiling with a weary gaze before replying, “Yes, since last night.”“Then why didn’t you say anything?”“It was so quiet here last night, and my head was still aching terribly; so I decided to sleep again.”“So you’ve been listening to me all this
For some reason, Andymon felt his days growing emptier ever since he heard the news that Ariadne was soon to divorce Maximilian.You could call Andymon indecisive; after all, he had been the one most supportive of Maximilian separating from Ariadne, and now he considered the breakup of those two to be a significant change in his life.Like today—Andymon was casually walking down the hallway toward Maximilian's hospital room. Unlike usual, he walked slowly and listlessly this time; he truly felt like he had nothing to do after Ariadne told him to stop assisting with her case. The woman had given up, and Andymon had lost the biggest task filling his days.His work returned to normal: being a doctor, treating patients, enduring with a smile despite the pressures he faced. In fact, Andymon had never felt this unoccupied before; he could now walk leisurely without thinking of anyone else he had to care for.Without knocking, Andymon entered Maximilian's hospital room. He paused briefly at
After her meeting that morning, Ariadne had finally come to terms with her current situation.Ariadne and Maximilian were officially divorced. While Maximilian had yet to sign the papers, it was clear he would eventually, and Ariadne would truly separate from the man she loved.Thousands of regrets now overwhelmed Ariadne, choking her and making it hard to breathe properly. She kept glancing around aimlessly, like someone lost in thought—perhaps a side effect of the monumental decision she had just made.Ariadne still couldn’t cry.The woman repeatedly tapped her head lightly with her fists, as if trying to fix something broken inside. Her heart ached deeply, and her mind acknowledged it—but something seemed wrong within her body. Ariadne simply couldn’t cry, even though that was what she needed most at the moment.She spent hours after her conversation with Mr. Milton berating herself for being unable to shed a single tear until a prison officer approached her cell door.“Mrs. Ariadn