VIVIAN'S POV Max rolled off me to another side of the bed and I creased my brows in confusion. What's wrong? I asked myself, staring at him as he got up on his feet and walked towards the wardrobe in the room. Everything about this house seemed to have been intensively prepared as I watched in surprise as Max pulled out a jogger trouser and t-shirt. "Go to sleep Vivian" His cold voice sent shivers down my spine. Ever since he returned, he seemed t have drifted into a completely different person. Did something happen there that could prompt this strange attitude from him? Perhaps, something did happen actually' I thought in my head, watching him as he untied his towel and dressed up before walking towards the door to leave. "Is something wrong Max?" I finally gathered the morale to ask, I hate being left in the dark no matter the circumstances. He halted on his tracks, his hands rested on the door knob in a contemplating stance, just as if he was wondering between answering my
Vivian POV hi dear readers, sorry for the errors, would keep modifying them as a new Author. Thanks... He laughed at my question and I wondered what was amusing to him. " Do you even know what a serial killer means? I mean have you even met one?" He replied with a question and I nodded. "I do not need to meet one to know what it means Max, I fucking asked you a question. No, tell me. Is this the life you want to lead forever? The kind that lacks conscience huh?" I lashed out, my words seemed to have cut through the haze of calmness in him the moment he frowned. "Lack conscience? You think I lack conscience and your father is still alive? There again, you don't know what that word means" He spat out. " Whatever you say at this point does not matter Max. I Know you lead a dangerous life but sometimes you should have a deep rethink if you really want to retain this lifestyle for your future wife and kids, I actually pity them. They'll probably have a nuthead as a husband and f
Vivian POV When Max had given me the necklace which seemed suspicious at first, I had a deep rethink on how he could easily give me something costly just like that. I had knowingly pretended to have forgotten about it yet, he picked it up and gave it to and that was when my suspicions were confirmed. ["Your name is carved at the center"] I remembered his words clearly and that was when I took a close look at the necklace and realized something- it was an electronic device with a camera embedded at the center where my name was carved. Although the realization made me puzzled, I had decided to keep mute about it and focus on the issues at hand. "I know a lot of things Max, it turned out you aren't the only smart one this time" I replied in a taunt but surprisingly, he smiled and began to play with my hair mischievously. "You know Vivian, I'm beginning to love this feisty side of you" He said and I blinked, trying to understand if I was actually hearing clearly but in a blink, he
Max POV Underlying emotions. I stood under the cold shower, my jaw clenched as I struggled to regain control. My erection throbbed painfully, refusing to be ignored. Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock and squeezing tightly, trying to dull the desperate urge to dash into the room and sink into her warmth core. My mind conjured up images of her—on her knees before me, beneath me, or even bent over, ready to take in all my seeds but then, I was high, if I should take her in this state, I might hurt her and she might limp throughout the week and no matter how much I desired to have her writh under me right now, I had to keep to my desires, besides touching her wasn't part of the deal despite the fact I usually force my way in on her. Vivian hated me and I knew that, it had been all my fault and I doubted if I could even get to make her love me like she used to. A lot of things threatened our relationship and that had caused my lack of trust for her and till date, I still
Vivian~~His face contorted with anger the moment I made that statement but who cares."So if you would allow me Max, can I leave__" I tried to force my way out of his heat as I laid beneath him but he groaned in dissatisfaction."Don't push my buttons Vivian, you're really trying to hit a nerve aren't you?" He held me down, tighter than ever, visible veins popping up on his forehead.Truly, I had hit a nerve."Max, I really want you to understand something. You don't fucking tell me what to do! You don't own me and neither will you ever have the privilege to that so stop acting like a motherfucker! Do you understand?" I poked his chest with my fingers, exactly tempting him to do his worst but instead, he shook his head and stood up from me and in a blink, he was out of the door to only God knows where.Oh fuck! I cursed under my breath, faced-palmed myself as I try to cool down the heat radiating off me. Max had turned me on and left me to deal with it.Such an asshole! I stood up im
3rd person POVRuth emerged from behind, shocking Vivian, her presence sudden and unsettling. Freya, still trembling with fear, kept her eyes fixed on Ruth, her gaze paralyzed with terror. A mischievous smile played on Ruth's lips, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity.Without hesitation, Ruth reached out to grab Freya's arm, her intention clear, to silence Freya before she could reveal any secrets to Vivian. But Vivian was too quick, her reflexes honed from years of dealing with intense trainings from her Grandpa.Vivian stepped forward, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination as she stood defensively in front of Ruth "Leave her alone, Ruth," she said in a warning tone that etched with displeasure, her voice low and menacing.Ruth's smile wavered, her eyes sparkling with a raging glint as she bit on her lips. "Or what, Vivian?" she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "You'll beat me up? As what exactly huh? Aren't you forgetting who I am and what I used to be, you
Max 3rd person POV.Hi dear readers, this is an extension chapter for the last previous one and I had forgotten to add it, not realizing it cut, I'm so sorry.The elegant clink of glass echoed faintly in the lavish living room as laughter and whispered conversations filled in. Max had had come here to get rid off his highness only to see Daniel and his mother sitted comfortably chatting Yet, just beyond the opulent walls, down a dimly lit corridor, a scream from Freya had alerted him.Vivian laid still, her hand flying to her head as pain seared through her skull as she fought to stay awake. Freya dashed in immediately with Ruth in pursuit and stood in front of her, eyes blazing, the shattered remnants of a glass bottle glinting in her hand. The vicious smile on Ruth's lips faltered as Vivian turned completely pale. Freya swayed, her knees buckling beneath her."Oh my God Miss!" Freya screamed, rushing forward just as Vivian laid on the ground, motionless with blood oozing out from he
3rd person POVThe hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the machines. Vivian lay unconscious on the bed, her face pale, a white bandage covering the wound on her head. Max stood at the edge of the room, his hands in fists, watching as the doctors and nurses worked quickly to stabilize her.“She’s stable for now,” The doctor said, checking her IV. “She needs rest and observation, but we’ve done all we can for the moment.”Max barely heard the words. His gaze was locked on Vivian’s pale face, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The gash on her temple had been cleaned and stitched, but the sight of the stark white bandage against her hair sent a surge of guilt surging through him.How had it come to this? He had promised himself that he would protect her, that nothing and no one would ever harm her. Yet here she was, lying helpless in a hospital bed, because he hadn’t been fast enough—because he hadn’t seen the threat standing right in front of him.He ra
The rain drummed lightly against the glass windows of a thp penthouse rhythmic whisper against the silence that had settled between them. Vivian stood by the fireplace, her arms crossed, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t quite find the words.Max leaned against the back of the couch, his sharp blue eyes trained on her, unwavering, unreadable. He had removed his jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing the strong lines of his chest. The firelight flickered against his skin, casting reflection that made him look more dangerous—more irresistible.“I hate it when you shut me out,” Vivian finally said, her voice quieter than she intended.Max exhaled, rubbing his fingers across his jaw. “I’m not shutting you out, sweetheart.” His voice was deep, rough, filled with an edge of restraint. “I just don’t know how to forget the sight of you crying over him.”Vivian sucked in a breath. She knew exactly what he meant. The image of her embracing Daniel
Max stood at the edge of the terrace, the cool evening breeze tousling his dark hair. He hadn’t expected to feel this way—light, free, and even a bit hopeful. After everything that had happened, all the deceit, the betrayals, the conspiracies that had weighed heavily on his shoulders, he finally had a moment of peace. The past was behind him, but the future was bright, and it was something he’d begun to look forward to.As the golden rays of the setting sun stretched across the sky, Max took a deep breath, allowing the warmth to settle in his chest. He hadn’t realized just how suffocating the tension had been until it was gone. Vivian and Emma, the two people who had become his world, were safe, and the people responsible for the harm they’d caused would no longer be a threat.But this moment wasn’t about them. This was about something else. Something Max had never expected, something that, despite everything, felt like a reward—a new beginning.It had been a quiet evening, the mansio
The final Blow.The courtroom was filled with tension, the air thick with anticipation. Max stood at the back, his eyes sharp, scanning the room as the defendants were led in. Ruth, Hannah, and Alexander, each appearing cold and composed, but Max could see the cracks forming beneath their facades. Their time had come.The gallery was filled with spectators, reporters, and those affected by the heinous crimes that had been committed. The seats were packed, yet there was a stillness that enveloped the room as the doors opened, and the accused were escorted to their designated seats.Max stood quietly, the weight of the entire process settling on his shoulders. He wasn’t just here to see them convicted; he was here to make sure the truth was brought into the light. The truth that had been hidden for so long. The truth that had torn apart so many lives, including his own.The courtroom had a sterile atmosphere—cold marble floors, high wooden ceilings, and the buzz of murmurs filling the a
Hi dear readers this book is coming to an end with just few more chapters ahead and an epilogue as well, be active.A week later.Max had spent years mastering the art of control—whether in business, in combat, or in the relentless war for power that had shaped his life. But tonight wasn’t just about control. Tonight was about ending this.Ruth, Hannah, and Alexander had played their twisted games for far too long. They had destroyed lives, ripped families apart, and forced Vivian into years of torment. It was time they faced the consequences.Max stood in front of a dimly lit table, the blue glow from the monitors casting reflection over his sharp features. The private estate security footage played in front of him, a slow feed of a place that would soon become the stage for their downfall.Ray stood beside him, arms crossed, his expression hard. “Are you sure about this?”Max didn’t glance at him. “It’s the only way.”Ray exhaled, nodding. “Then let’s go over it again.”The setup wa
Back at the suite, after Max had dropped off the little girl he saved earlier in the hospital to tend to her and also make inquiries about her parents, Max carried Emma inside, gently laying her on the bed. She stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering, but exhaustion kept her under.Vivian brushed a hand over her daughter’s hair, tears threatening to spill. “My baby…”Max exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “She needs to rest. And so do you.”Vivian turned to him, eyes flashing. “How can I rest? Max, she was taken! If you hadn’t found her, if you hadn’t—” Her voice cracked, and she pressed a hand to her lips.Max closed the distance between them in two strides, gripping her arms. “But I did find her.” His voice was low, firm. “And I won’t let it happen again.”Vivian looked up at him, searching his face. “Ruth won’t stop.”His expression darkened. “Neither will I.”A heavy silence stretched between them.Vivian’s breath was shaky as she stepped closer, pressing her forehead to his c
The dim light of Max’s computer screen was the only source of light in the room, casting sharp shadows over his face as he stared at the footage playing in front of him. His hands were clenched into fists, his jaw locked so tightly it ached.The moment Emma had gone missing, he had known something wasn’t right. And now, he had proof.On the screen, the tiny, barely noticeable footage from Vivian’s earrings played. It was a risk he had taken, secretly placing a micro CCTV camera on them before leaving. He hadn’t told her—not because he didn’t trust her, but because he didn’t trust the world around her.And now, that paranoia had paid off.A grainy, shadowy figure moved into the hotel room. The timestamp showed it was mere minutes before Vivian woke up and found Emma gone. The man was fast, calculated—he knew exactly where to go.Then, for a split second, his face was caught in the reflection of a mirror.Max froze the footage and zoomed in. His blood ran cold.Damian Cross.A ghost fro
The phone call ended with a cold finality, the kidnapper’s warning ringing in Vivian’s ears. Her breath came in shallow bursts, her fingers clenched around the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her world had shrunk down to a single, terrifying truth—Emma was in the hands of a monster, and she had to get her back. Alone.Vivian fought the urge to collapse. She couldn’t afford to fall apart. Emma needed her to be strong.Her eyes darted around the park, scanning for any sign of the man who had spoken to her moments ago, but he had vanished into the trees, blending into the shadows like a ghost. There was no one to follow, no immediate threat, just the suffocating silence pressing against her chest.Vivian forced her trembling legs to move, stumbling back toward her car. Her mind was already working at a frantic pace. The kidnapper had told her to come alone, no police, no Max. But how could she face this alone? She had no weapons, no plan, nothing but the desperate love o
Vivian woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the blinds. She knew Max had left and her body ached, a pleasant reminder of the night before, of the fire that had burned between her and Max. But as her eyes fluttered open, a sense of unease crept up her spine. The bed beside her was empty, the sheets slightly tangled as if Max had gotten up in the early hours of the morning.She pushed herself up on her elbows, glancing around the room. She couldn’t hear Emma’s usual morning giggles or the sounds of her little feet padding across the floor. The silence was unnerving, too quiet for a house that normally buzzed with life, even if it was just the two of them.Her heart sank as she pushed the covers off and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She had been so caught up in the heat of the moment with Max that she hadn't thought about Emma. In the past, Emma's early morning wanderings were never a cause for concern, but today, something felt different."Emma?" Vivian called
The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Emma had fallen asleep quickly, her small body curled up beneath the covers, her peaceful expression a welcome contrast to the chaos of the past days. Vivian had kissed her goodnight, her heart heavy but full, before slipping silently out of the room.Max was waiting in the living room, his presence unmistakable even before she stepped through the door. The dim light from the lamps cast reflection over his face, making him look like a man on the edge—intense, brooding, and yet somehow still impossibly magnetic.Vivian hesitated for a moment, her pulse quickening at the thought of being alone with him again. She had never imagined things would unfold like this, never expected the intensity of the emotions that had resurfaced between them. The spark between them was undeniable, but so were the complications. So many unspoken truths, and still so much left to face.Max didn’t speak right away, but his eyes fol