Maximilian hurried to Ariadne’s room, flinging the door open—only to freeze at the sound of a sharp crash.“Ack!”He glanced behind the door and found Ariadne curled up on the floor, clutching the back of her head. Shocked, Maximilian realized the door had struck her, leaving her in tears.Panic swept over him as he knelt beside her. “Harper…” he stammered, uncertain and distressed.Ariadne shot him an irritated glare, her voice laced with sarcasm. “What are you doing? Trying to kill me?”“I didn’t mean to,” Maximilian defended, exasperated. “Why were you behind the door anyway—and why were you screaming?”Ariadne couldn’t respond; a wave of dizziness clouded her senses, her right eye throbbed, her back ached, and her toes stung, having been caught under the door when Maximilian barged in. All she could do was curl up, frustrated and helpless, though she desperately wanted to yell at him.Without a word, Maximilian carefully lifted her, carrying her over to the bed before calling for
Due to Ariadne’s sprained ankle and fragile health, Maximilian finally arranged for maids to stay at the penthouse, ensuring she received proper care and attention. While Ariadne rested, fully pampered by the services he provided, Maximilian returned to his duties. However, he still made a point of appearing at each mealtime, showing up to share her company.Like this morning, Maximilian came to Ariadne’s room with breakfast, ensuring she ate with him there. He eased her situation by sparing her the effort of going to the dining room, instead choosing to join her so they could share their meals together.Despite his efforts, Ariadne couldn’t hide her irritation; seeing Maximilian’s face so often remained an unwelcome routine for her.As soon as the maid cleared the plates, Maximilian asked, "How’s your ankle?"Ariadne responded coolly, though with less edge than yesterday. "Better. Not as painful as it was.""Good," Maximilian replied. "Seems like you're aiming to recover quickly befo
Gideon’s words made Ariadne pause, her initial question forgotten as a new thought surfaced.He scoffed lightly. “It’s refreshing to see how he treats others. Seems like there’s still a trace of humanity left in him.”Ariadne narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying you think he lacks humanity?”Gideon tilted his head, throwing her question back at her. “What do you think? You’re the loudest voice when it comes to proclaiming his so-called ‘cruelty’ to the world.”She fell silent, her retort stuck in her throat. As much as she hated to admit it, Gideon might be right. In her narrative, Maximilian had always been the villain.But Gideon gave her a knowing smile. “Despite his coldness and cruelty, look at how he treats you here. How he ensures you’re taken care of. I even heard your friend paid you a visit—entirely with his knowledge and approval.”Ariadne’s voice rose with anger. “It’s nothing compared to what your brother did to me! Locking me here, isolating m
Maximilian closed his tired eyes, hoping for a moment of rest after an exhausting day.Since returning to work, he had handed the company’s reins to Gideon during his recovery, but as its leader, a permanent reprieve from responsibility was never an option. Maximilian had anticipated the chaos of his first days back, but he hadn’t foreseen how deeply it would strain his body.Feeling the ache intensify, he turned to the drawer beside his bed and retrieved a small bottle of medicine. With practiced precision, he swallowed a dose, his expression tightening as he leaned back.“I still need to adapt to this heart,” he muttered to himself, one hand brushing against the area of his chest where the surgery scar lay. The lingering pain in his stitches made him wince. For a fleeting moment, he considered pressing the area to ease the discomfort but dismissed the thought, knowing the risk of causing further complications.Exhaling heavily, Maximilian returned to bed and stretched out. The effec
The midnight commotion began with a shock—Maximilian suddenly collapsing onto the cold kitchen floor.Panic surged through Ariadne, her thoughts racing as she scrambled to call for help. Within moments, a doctor arrived. He was a middle-aged man with an air of calm authority, his experience evident in the way he moved and spoke, even more so than Sloane, the family physician Ariadne was familiar with.Ariadne stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to do. She kept telling herself it wasn’t her problem and that she didn’t care, yet she found herself rooted to the spot. She couldn’t bring herself to leave the room, watching anxiously as the doctor worked.The doctor’s assistant moved efficiently, helping to organize the necessary equipment and pack up after the examination was complete. Meanwhile, the doctor approached Ariadne, his sharp gaze studying her.Ariadne stiffened, trying to maintain her indifferent demeanor. She folded her arms and averted her eyes, as if her lingering pr
Ariadne froze in shock, staring at the empty bed. Maximilian was gone, leaving behind his IV stand and no trace of his presence. Yet, miraculously, she found herself lying in his place, wrapped snugly in the thick blanket that had once covered him.She didn’t call out his name—she never did—but quickly climbed out of the bed, her mind racing as she searched for him.It made no sense, yet she moved instinctively, her steps brisk as if pulled by an unseen thread. Her heart thudded in a mix of confusion and urgency as she reached the adjoining bathroom. Without thinking, she swung the door open—and screamed.“AAAAA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”Standing there, startled, was Maximilian, stark naked. His head whipped around at her outburst, and he grabbed a towel, hastily covering himself.Maximilian stared at her, a mix of disbelief and irritation in his expression. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice calm but edged with confusion.Ariadne pointed an accusing finger, her cheeks burning.
The atmosphere in the house had grown colder than usual since learning of Maximilian’s illness. The once faint but consistent effort Maximilian made to engage Ariadne in conversation had disappeared entirely, leaving an unsettling silence that stretched over several days.On the rooftop flower garden, Ariadne crouched down, tending to the delicate buds of her flowers, which were on the brink of blooming. The serene task usually brought her peace, but her mind wandered relentlessly to Maximilian and the last time they had shared a meal together."Is he offended by my question?" she muttered to herself, recalling the moment she had asked a sensitive question.Scoffing quietly, she added, "Turns out he’s a sensitive person after all." Her tone was laced with annoyance as she moved to another section of the garden. But just as she reached out to adjust a flower, she froze, startled by the sudden presence of a pair of feet beside her.She looked up sharply, her hands still gloved and duste
Ariadne woke with a start, the last remnants of her half-remembered conversation with Maximilian lingering in her mind. She turned to look beside her, but the other side of the bed was empty.Sitting up quickly, she scanned the spacious hotel room, her alert gaze sweeping every corner, but there was no sign of him.A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She padded over to the door and opened it. Several hotel staff members stood there, offering polite smiles.“Good morning, Mrs. Ariadne Milton,” one of them greeted. “We’ve come to help you get ready.”Ariadne stepped aside to let them in, her curiosity piqued. She allowed the staff to assist her as they brought out an outfit Maximilian had apparently selected. They dressed her in a tailored, cream-colored blouse with a delicate silk scarf tied neatly around her neck, paired with high-waisted, wide-legged beige trousers that gave her an effortlessly chic silhouette. Her makeup was understated yet elegant, with soft neutral tones
On the way home, there was only silence. Ariadne, who had been complaining about feeling sleepy earlier, now had her eyes wide open. Her drowsiness had faded, but the lingering tension kept her alert. She glanced at Maximilian, who drove calmly, as if he had already forgotten what he had done at the restaurant earlier.But Ariadne hadn’t.She still remembered it vividly, and for a brief moment, she regretted her decision to end up where Maximilian wanted. Why, then, did she falter when she so desperately wanted to confront him? It was deeply unsettling.“Did you enjoy the meal?” Maximilian asked, clearly looking for something to say.“It was alright.”“And the dance? Did you like it?”Ariadne held herself back. Maximilian was clearly doing this on purpose.“You know I didn’t enjoy anything I did with you,” she said, her voice sharp. “I held back, but honestly, I wanted to hit you for the vile things you said earlier. Are you trying to provoke me?”“What stopped you? You usually have w
They ended up at an upscale restaurant with a table prepared especially for them."Why are we here? I want to go back to the hotel!" Ariadne exclaimed in confusion and annoyance. Instead of returning to the hotel, it seemed they were about to enjoy a romantic dinner on an open terrace with a stunning and elegant view of San Francisco by night."This is your reward.""What? Isn't it up to me where I use my reward ticket?""I've already told you-l make the rules." Ariadne held back her protest, shrinking under her husband's icy gaze."Place your order. The waiter will be here shortly," Maximilian instructed with a lifeless tone."I just want to go home!""I won't allow it," Maximilian replied, painting a warning smile on his face, prompting Ariadne to scoff and look away.Maximilian took in the view. The quiet atmosphere around them made the night even more serene. "My mother used to use these quiet moments to have a conversation."Ariadne glanced at him coldly, uninterested. "Your moth
This was the highlight of the event that had prompted Maximilian to bring Ariadne along on his business trip: a celebration marking a collaboration and a symbol of Maximilian’s success. Yet Ariadne entered the grand hall alone. Maximilian had been delayed by urgent matters related to his business. Ariadne didn’t complain, but she was irritated—having to navigate a crowded space like this on her own was hardly enjoyable.The attendees glittered, clad in polished suits and gowns that seemed to sparkle with gemstones. The sheer radiance almost hurt her eyes.It wasn’t surprising that she felt a twinge of insecurity when their gazes landed on her, intentional or not. She couldn’t decipher their expressions, but she disliked them.“Maximilian, in the end, is just a selfish bastard!”Ariadne was furious, and she didn’t hold back from cursing her husband. Whether angry or not, Ariadne had never taken their marriage as seriously as others might expect. That was Ariadne Harper.As she moved fu
Ariadne woke with a start, the last remnants of her half-remembered conversation with Maximilian lingering in her mind. She turned to look beside her, but the other side of the bed was empty.Sitting up quickly, she scanned the spacious hotel room, her alert gaze sweeping every corner, but there was no sign of him.A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She padded over to the door and opened it. Several hotel staff members stood there, offering polite smiles.“Good morning, Mrs. Ariadne Milton,” one of them greeted. “We’ve come to help you get ready.”Ariadne stepped aside to let them in, her curiosity piqued. She allowed the staff to assist her as they brought out an outfit Maximilian had apparently selected. They dressed her in a tailored, cream-colored blouse with a delicate silk scarf tied neatly around her neck, paired with high-waisted, wide-legged beige trousers that gave her an effortlessly chic silhouette. Her makeup was understated yet elegant, with soft neutral tones
The atmosphere in the house had grown colder than usual since learning of Maximilian’s illness. The once faint but consistent effort Maximilian made to engage Ariadne in conversation had disappeared entirely, leaving an unsettling silence that stretched over several days.On the rooftop flower garden, Ariadne crouched down, tending to the delicate buds of her flowers, which were on the brink of blooming. The serene task usually brought her peace, but her mind wandered relentlessly to Maximilian and the last time they had shared a meal together."Is he offended by my question?" she muttered to herself, recalling the moment she had asked a sensitive question.Scoffing quietly, she added, "Turns out he’s a sensitive person after all." Her tone was laced with annoyance as she moved to another section of the garden. But just as she reached out to adjust a flower, she froze, startled by the sudden presence of a pair of feet beside her.She looked up sharply, her hands still gloved and duste
Ariadne froze in shock, staring at the empty bed. Maximilian was gone, leaving behind his IV stand and no trace of his presence. Yet, miraculously, she found herself lying in his place, wrapped snugly in the thick blanket that had once covered him.She didn’t call out his name—she never did—but quickly climbed out of the bed, her mind racing as she searched for him.It made no sense, yet she moved instinctively, her steps brisk as if pulled by an unseen thread. Her heart thudded in a mix of confusion and urgency as she reached the adjoining bathroom. Without thinking, she swung the door open—and screamed.“AAAAA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”Standing there, startled, was Maximilian, stark naked. His head whipped around at her outburst, and he grabbed a towel, hastily covering himself.Maximilian stared at her, a mix of disbelief and irritation in his expression. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice calm but edged with confusion.Ariadne pointed an accusing finger, her cheeks burning.
The midnight commotion began with a shock—Maximilian suddenly collapsing onto the cold kitchen floor.Panic surged through Ariadne, her thoughts racing as she scrambled to call for help. Within moments, a doctor arrived. He was a middle-aged man with an air of calm authority, his experience evident in the way he moved and spoke, even more so than Sloane, the family physician Ariadne was familiar with.Ariadne stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to do. She kept telling herself it wasn’t her problem and that she didn’t care, yet she found herself rooted to the spot. She couldn’t bring herself to leave the room, watching anxiously as the doctor worked.The doctor’s assistant moved efficiently, helping to organize the necessary equipment and pack up after the examination was complete. Meanwhile, the doctor approached Ariadne, his sharp gaze studying her.Ariadne stiffened, trying to maintain her indifferent demeanor. She folded her arms and averted her eyes, as if her lingering pr
Maximilian closed his tired eyes, hoping for a moment of rest after an exhausting day.Since returning to work, he had handed the company’s reins to Gideon during his recovery, but as its leader, a permanent reprieve from responsibility was never an option. Maximilian had anticipated the chaos of his first days back, but he hadn’t foreseen how deeply it would strain his body.Feeling the ache intensify, he turned to the drawer beside his bed and retrieved a small bottle of medicine. With practiced precision, he swallowed a dose, his expression tightening as he leaned back.“I still need to adapt to this heart,” he muttered to himself, one hand brushing against the area of his chest where the surgery scar lay. The lingering pain in his stitches made him wince. For a fleeting moment, he considered pressing the area to ease the discomfort but dismissed the thought, knowing the risk of causing further complications.Exhaling heavily, Maximilian returned to bed and stretched out. The effec
Gideon’s words made Ariadne pause, her initial question forgotten as a new thought surfaced.He scoffed lightly. “It’s refreshing to see how he treats others. Seems like there’s still a trace of humanity left in him.”Ariadne narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying you think he lacks humanity?”Gideon tilted his head, throwing her question back at her. “What do you think? You’re the loudest voice when it comes to proclaiming his so-called ‘cruelty’ to the world.”She fell silent, her retort stuck in her throat. As much as she hated to admit it, Gideon might be right. In her narrative, Maximilian had always been the villain.But Gideon gave her a knowing smile. “Despite his coldness and cruelty, look at how he treats you here. How he ensures you’re taken care of. I even heard your friend paid you a visit—entirely with his knowledge and approval.”Ariadne’s voice rose with anger. “It’s nothing compared to what your brother did to me! Locking me here, isolating m