BLURB "You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth." Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don’t regret it? Every moment, Eva. Every moment I spent hurting you..” "Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell." His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..." "But it’s too late," she snapped. "I’m not the helpless girl you left behind. I’ve come back for what's mine." Max’s voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I’m part of what’s yours?" Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I’ll destroy you the way you destroyed me." ******* Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Maximilian made Eva go through hell. Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she’s rescued by a powerful and influencial figure who she never knew existed. Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell. Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes and isn’t ready to let her go. Will Eva choose love or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?
View MoreChapter 70 Max’s Point of ViewThe pain in my jaw throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the fury coursing through me. Nathan had the audacity to hit me. In my own damn space. I was still reeling from the shock when I saw Eva standing there, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with the rapid beat of her heart.“Eva…” I rasped, my voice hoarse from the punch and the flood of emotions swirling inside me. I wanted to say more, but she stepped between us, her gaze fierce, like a lioness protecting her cubs. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Every nerve in my body was alive with anger, and yet, my heart twisted as I watched her defend him.“Max, I told you to leave,” she said, her voice sharp, filled with that venomous edge she only used when she was done with me. “Now, I’m telling you again. Get out.”Her words cut through me like a thousand daggers. I wanted to scream, to shout, to demand that she see reason but I couldn’t find the words. Instead, I just stood there, fists clenc
Chapter 69Max's Point of ViewI couldn't take it anymore. Her laugh kept hitting my ears like nails on a chalkboard. Each time she laughed, my blood got hotter. I stared at my whiskey glass, then slammed it down so hard I thought it might break. Some of the drink splashed onto my hand, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was Eva sitting in that corner with *him*.The bar was dark except for the weak yellow lights hanging from the ceiling. Through the haze of cigarette smoke, I watched them. She looked beautiful tonight, her black hair falling past her shoulders, her red dress hugging her body just right. But it wasn't her beauty that was killing me. It was how happy she looked with that guy. Even his smile made me want to punch something.He kept putting his hand closer to hers on the table. Every time his fingers moved an inch closer, my jaw clenched tighter. The way she smiled at him, the way she leaned in when he talked it was like someone was twisting a knife in my gut. That
Chapter 68Max’s Point of ViewThe whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, a familiar sting I’d grown used to over the years. Tonight, though, it didn’t bring the solace I was searching for. It never did anymore. The bar was dimly lit, the low hum of murmured conversations and clinking glasses blending into a monotonous white noise around me. I leaned back in my booth, letting the leather cushion press against my shoulders, but I couldn’t relax.My head was pounding not from the alcohol, but from the mess Samuel had dragged me into.Three months. That’s all the board had given me to clean up this disaster. To prove I could hold the reins of a company I had bled for. Three months to push back against the man who, for all his calm arrogance, had just thrown my world into chaos.I rubbed a hand over my face, exhaling heavily. The shadows of the bar couldn’t hide the fury bubbling under my skin. Samuel Graves. My uncle. The name itself churned my stomach.When he waltzed back into the b
Chapter 67 Max’s Point of ViewThe door to my office slammed shut behind me, the sound reverberating through the silence as I paced back and forth. My chest heaved, anger coiling like a snake ready to strike. The audacity. The nerve of Samuel Graves to waltz back into the company and demand control like he’d earned it. My fists clenched tightly, the rage within me building with each passing second.The board’s decision echoed in my mind a three-month ultimatum. Three months to prove myself, or risk losing everything I had sacrificed for. My reputation, my position, my legacy it was all hanging by a thread.My gaze shifted to the vast skyline beyond the glass wall of his office, my thoughts racing as i tried to quell the storm of anger rising within meThe sharp click of the office door opening broke my thoughts. I turned swiftly to see him Samuel Graves, the man who had the audacity to challenge me in my own company. His expression was calm, almost smug, as if he relished the turmoil
Chapter 66Max point of view Samuel's gaze hardened, and for the first time, the mask slipped, revealing the hunger beneath. “I left because your grandfather made it clear there was no room for two leaders in this family. But times have changed. The company needs stability, and I can provide that.”“Stability?” I spat, my voice rising. “You mean control. Let’s not dress this up as altruism, Uncle. You’ve been circling like a vulture, waiting for the first sign of weakness to swoop in and claim what you think you’re entitled to. Well, let me make this clear you’re not getting it.”The directors exchanged uneasy glances, their silence an implicit invitation for Samuel to continue. I could feel the ground shifting beneath me, their loyalty faltering. Betrayal simmered beneath my skin.Samuel stepped closer, his hands clasped behind his back. “Maximilian, I’ll be direct. It’s clear to everyone here that the company is in crisis. The media frenzy, the investor backlash your name is at the
Chapter 65: Max’s Point of ViewThe tension in the boardroom became suffocating as my uncle, Samuel Graves, stepped fully into the room. His polished demeanor exuded authority, his sharp gray suit tailored to perfection. The directors, who moments ago seemed resolute in their stance against me, now looked uneasy, their eyes darting between Samuel and me. The air was electric, and I could feel the shift in power dynamics.Samuel Graves. My uncle. The man who'd taught me my first lessons about betrayal.He stood in the doorway like some corporate grim reaper, his bespoke gray suit probably worth more than what most of my employees made in a month. Everything about him screamed old money, old power. From his perfectly polished Oxford shoes to the subtle platinum glint of his watch a Patek Philippe, if I wasn't mistaken. The same brand he'd given me for my fourteenth birthday, before everything went to hell.*"Remember, Max,"* his voice echoed from the past, *"time is the only true curre
Chapter 64Max’s Point of ViewThe boardroom was tense, a heavy silence pressing down on everyone as I strode in, trying to appear calm and unaffected, though the weight of our company’s troubles sat like lead in my chest. The directors sat around the gleaming, dark-wood table, their eyes shifting between me and the reports spread out before them. For once, they looked at me not with respect, but with the same cold calculation they’d turn toward a stranger. I knew what was coming.I took my seat at the head of the table, squaring my shoulders. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. Let’s get straight to it. What concerns need to be addressed?” My tone was steady, but inside, I braced for the worst.A murmur of voices rippled through the room until Geoffrey, one of our senior directors, cleared his throat and leaned forward. “Maximilian, it’s no secret why we’re here. Our stocks have taken a severe hit over the last few days. We’re looking at a drop that’s… well, unprecedented
Chapter 63Max’s Point of ViewI stared out the glass window of my office, watching the city that used to feel like it was mine, every towering building and bustling street, all under my command. Now, it felt distant, slipping further away with each passing day. I didn’t want to admit it, but ever since Eva walked out of that courtroom, something in me had shifted. That slap, her defiance it haunted me, refusing to leave my mind. She had changed, and it seemed like everything else was changing with her.“Sir?” A hesitant voice pulled me back to the present. I turned to see my assistant, Liam, standing nervously by the door, clutching a folder tightly to his chest. His face was pale, worry etched deep into his expression. Whatever he was about to say, I knew it couldn’t be good.“What is it, Liam?” I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.Liam swallowed, shifting uneasily on his feet. “It’s... it’s about the investors, sir.”I frowned, my grip tightening on the edge of m
Chapter 62: Eva’s Point of ViewThe slap still hung in the air, a fiery mark of defiance on Max’s face, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, locked in a silent battle of fury and disbelief. I didn’t regret it not one bit. I wanted him to feel, just for a second, a fraction of the humiliation and pain he’d put me through.Before Max could recover, a flurry of movement to my left caught my attention. Sara had stormed out of the courtroom after the verdict, but now, she’d apparently returned and was storming straight toward me, her face twisted with rage.“You think you can just slap him and get away with it?” she hissed, her voice shrill and cutting. “You don’t get to walk in here, flaunt your so-called innocence, and humiliate us!”She raised her hand, intending to strike me, but I was faster. With a flash of anger, I intercepted her hand and, in one swift motion, delivered a slap of my own. The sound echoed louder than before, her face turning with the force of it, her chee
Chapter 1EVA POINT OF VIEWMy hands tremble as I stand before the mirror, looking at my reflection, I hardly recognize myself. Fearful, wide eyes stare back at me, and the lace of the wedding dress were suffocating me and itching against my skin. The weight of this decision that I never made were like a heavy load placed on my shoulders it was pressing down on me like a miserable person. Yes, i was miserable because this isn't the life that i wanted for myself.Outside my room, everyone was busy, they were busy preparing for my wedding, sunlight gleaming on the lawns, guests entering the grand ballroom, but here, my world has shattered.." You will do this for the family, Eva." My father's cold, sharp voice replayed in my mind. He spoke with such ease, as if my life was merely a pawn in his game. My stepmother and Step sister Sara watched in silence, their eyes shining with satisfaction, as if this was the moment they'd been waiting for." Sara should be wearing this dress," I mutter...
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