The bar was incredibly crowded.Disguised appropriately, doing everything possible to avoid unwanted attention, Maxmilian sipped on a glass of whiskey (which tasted terrible, but he couldn't complain) next to a supposed stranger.The men and women entering the bar, mostly tattooed and grim-faced, barely looked each other in the eye. Silently, they would only request their daily dose of whatever drink they preferred, then glance around, observing everyone who came and went.A man nearly tripped over Maxmilian's foot, but wisely he stepped back against the wall to avoid a collision with the oblivious man. The stranger smiled."Well, you seem fine," he murmured."Do I? I suppose it's a habit."The stranger chuckled."Apparently, it runs in the family."That could mean anything. Max raised an eyebrow."So, when will I see him? We've been here for almost two hours.""Keep your impatience to yourself. We didn't bring you here for no reason."Resigned, all the businessman did was audibly sig
Maxmilian finds himself surrounded on all sides, with menacing stares fixed upon him. He knows he's at a numerical disadvantage and needs to act quickly to survive. His instinct for self-preservation kicks in, and he begins assessing his options.With swift and precise movements, Maxmilian strikes blows against the men closing in on him. His agility and fighting technique surprise his adversaries, who didn't expect such resistance. He manages to evade attacks, block strikes, and counterattack effectively.Meanwhile, the agent from Mr. Black remains near the door, keeping his gun aimed at the men threatening Maxmilian. He shoots with precision, incapacitating some of the attackers and providing a small relief to the businessman.The group's leader, the tattooed woman, watches the fight with an impassive expression. She seems to calculate every move, analyzing Maxmilian's resilience. Adrenaline courses through both of them as they engage in a deadly dance.Maxmilian dodges a well-aimed
Michelle knew something was very, very wrong when, one Sunday afternoon, Maxmilian called full of cuddles and beautiful promises in his voice, saying how much he wanted to spend the night with her.Maxmilian had already made it crystal clear that he would rather eat burning coals than share any environment with her. That didn't sound good.Doing everything to avoid his suspicion being noticed, the redhead replied in an elegant and sly tone that she would be waiting for him at his homeAs soon as she hung up, she dialed Maxwell, who answered promptly."Yes?""What's this 'yes' business? When did you lose your manners?"She hears an exaggerated sigh on the other end of the line."Yes, ma'am? What do you want?""How is our little pregnant lady?""Whole and healthy. Why?""Allow me to rephrase the question, okay? How is Marianinha doing in captivity? Is she giving you much trouble?""She was resistant at first, but I think she has now learned that she has no power here.""Very well. Keep
Maxmilian had never felt so enraged in his life.Yes, he had a long history of violence and alcoholism. He fought more than once with archrivals and even former employees. As time went on, it became harder and harder to want to straighten up, to lessen the anger and control himself better.But that was what he would do.The first reason was that, at least this time, brute force would not do any good, it would only make things worse. Although he wanted to hit Michelle like a rag doll, Maxmilian still needed to keep up appearances; smile warmly, treat her well.And the second and most important reason of all was that Mariana's life was in danger. Those people who were under Michelle's control and orders would do anything for their mistress, and if the secretary wanted Maxmilian's ex-wife to die for real, it would be done.As he approaches the imposing home of the woman who was once his mistress, the businessman takes a deep breath, opening and closing his hands before changing his expre
Michele's eyes are glassy with hatred. She quickly stands up and points a finger at Isabella:"What do you think you are doing?!""Protecting my son," Isabella says, her trembling voice full of fear, yet authoritative as ever. "Maxmilian, listen."Max, who is standing with his hands on his waist, looks at the two women. According to the information he was able to get out, his mother and his former lover were working together. What did it all mean, then?Silence was strategic. Silence was the best ally Max had at that moment. So the man pretended to be stunned, confused, as if everything in that scenario was extremely difficult to understand.Michele opens a smile filled with nervousness to Maxmilian:"Please stay calm. Your mother is probably freaking out, it must be the effect of all those drugs-""Shut your damn mouth, you opportunistic, lying little siriga! You sniveling snake!" shouts Isabella, her eyes so red and full of tears that she really seemed to be emotional about the whol
Maxwell looks once at the cell phone screen, frowns, rubs his eyes, and stares again at the incoming text message. No, he was not blind; the text remained the same after he doubted what his eyes showed.So, by elimination, Maxwell was going crazy. Or...Everyone around him had loosened the screws and he was the only one mentally sane.His mother had made it very clear that she was going to go after Michele to redo the deal, make more money at the expense of the front secretary, and thus ensure that she would become richer than she already was. What Max didn't expect was that she would not only threaten him with a gun, but also rat him out to Maxmilian.And at that moment, that was where they were headed, to the perfect captivity hidden in an equally perfect place. Mariana would be freed and would probably return to the arms of Maxwell's older brother.As if she could smell her own rescue coming, Mariana, leaning back in a rocking chair in the living room, looked up at the glassed and
Emanuele takes a step back."What did you say?"Maxwell doesn't answer, just stares at her."What did you say?!" she repeats, exasperated. Her voice comes out much shakier and wobbler this time.Her ex-brother-in-law just shrugs."That's it, Emanuele. I'm sorry."Was he? Everything seemed to indicate that she didn't.She sits back in her chair, slowly."The secretary... No, it's not possible.""You don't believe me?""How would a secretary do all those things? That's impossible."A sad little smile appears on Maxwell's younger brother's face."Impossible, you say?"Scratching one of his eyes, he tries to keep his tone of voice as cool as possible, but fails:"It would be impossible if we followed the normal course of things. If we followed... you know, the established pattern. But you know, my dear Mariana... Everything you know so far, and even everything I know... They are nothing but a beautiful web of lies, perfectly contrived to leave anyone who is the most curious in the dark."
Mariana watched in a mixture of astonishment, curiosity, and even denial as the car actually started to come closer to the house.This place had been tailor-made to be her captivity. It was obvious that these were not mere passersby."I guess it all ends here," Maxwell mutters, between his teeth.Mariana puts her hand on her belly. The baby begins to fuss wildly.When the door finally opens, the woman doesn't know where to look first.At the secretary who wasn't really just a secretary, Michele, wide-eyed from what could be panic.To the gray-haired but imposing woman holding Michele by the shoulders as if she were a prisoner.Or to the man... the man who simply could not take another step when he saw Mariana.Not only alive, but pregnant. Pregnant with their child.Tears stream down the girl's face. Maxmilian is still standing there, staring at her, dumbfounded and absolutely in shock.Isabella looks at Maxwell:"Everything is over now," she says, in a stern tone. "Our role in this g