Chapter 61Eva's point of view The courtroom felt like it was swallowing me whole as I sat in the defendant's chair, waiting for the judge to read the verdict. I clasped my hands tightly, my knuckles turning white as I stared down, focusing on each breath to keep from trembling. It felt as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting to see if I’d be condemned for a crime I didn’t commit.The quiet murmurs of the people around me faded to nothing, my mind drowning in memories of the last few days, the humiliation and accusations, the look of hatred in Max's eyes. I could still feel the weight of his words, pressing down on me, suffocating me even now. No one deserved this… not even him. Yet here I was, paying for a debt that wasn’t mine. The memories of the time i was found guilty six years ago flooded my head, opening unhealed wounds.The judge, an older man with a steely expression, cleared his throat, and the courtroom fell silent. Every eye turned to him, and I felt my sto
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 100Maximilian’s Point of ViewThe air in the boardroom felt thick and heavy, pressing down on me like an invisible weight. The tension was almost unbearable, crackling in the silence like a storm waiting to break. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my fingers gripping the armrests of the chair tightly, trying to steady myself. Around the table, familiar faces stared back at me, their expressions a mix of doubt and suspicion. These were people I had worked with for years, individuals who once respected my decisions, trusted my leadership. Now, their eyes held something else judgment.I took a deep breath, but it did little to ease the discomfort in my chest. The room seemed colder than usual, the sharp scent of polished wood mingling with the faint aroma of coffee cups left untouched on the table. The faint hum of the air conditioning was the only sound breaking the silence, and even that felt intrusive.“Mr. Graves,” one of the senior board members, Harold Whitman, bega
Chapter 99Max’s Point of ViewThe muffled hum of the city outside my office was a stark contrast to the suffocating silence within. I sat behind my desk, staring at the sprawling view of the skyline, but my mind was consumed by the chaos of the morning.The memory of the reporters, their voices like daggers, still clung to me. Their accusations echoed in my mind, each one sharper than the last. My fists tightened against the cool wood of the desk. No matter how absurd their claims were, they had planted a seed of doubt in the public’s mind, tarnishing everything I’d worked to build.A knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I barked, my voice harsher than I intended.My secretary, Maria, stepped inside, her usual composed demeanor faltering. She held a tablet in her hands, her expression tense. “Sir, I thought you should see this.”“What now?” I growled, leaning back in my chair as she approached.Maria placed the tablet on my desk, her fingers trembling slightly. “
Chapter 98Max’s Point of ViewThe flash of cameras hit my eyes the moment I stepped out of my car. The usual buzz of morning traffic was drowned out by the chaotic frenzy of reporters swarming outside the company gates. A sea of microphones and questioning voices surged toward me, their questions sharp and relentless.“Mr. Graves, is it true you and Sara conspired to kill your grandfather?” one voice shouted, cutting through the noise.“Do you have any comments on the evidence emerging that implicates you in the murder?” another chimed in.My jaw clenched, my hand tightening on the strap of my briefcase as I fought to keep my expression neutral. The accusations were absurd, yet the weight of their words struck something deep within me—a mix of anger, disbelief, and the faintest twinge of fear.“Mr. Graves! Is the recent media rise linked to you framing eva as the culprit for your grandfather death?” a third voice demanded, forcing me to pause mid-step.I turned sharply, my glare enou
Chapter 97Eva’s Point of ViewThe soft clink of glass meeting wood was the only sound in my office as I leaned back in my chair, a faint smile playing on my lips. The dim lighting cast a golden hue over the room, reflecting off the crystal decanter on my desk. Beside it sat two half-filled glasses of wine.“Cheers to a small victory,” I said, raising my glass toward Josh, who lounged on the couch across from me.Josh gave a wry grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he raised his glass in response. “Small? I’d say this was a significant blow to them.” He took a sip, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. “You’re playing this game better than I expected, Eva.”I took a slow sip of the rich, crimson wine, letting its warmth spread through me. “It’s not about playing the game, lJosh,” I replied, setting the glass down gently. “It’s about justice. About proving the truth.”Josh arched an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “And you think the public turning ag
Chapter 96Sara’s Point of ViewThe silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. My mother paced the floor with the ferocity of a caged lioness, her heels clicking against the hardwood with each sharp step. Her face, usually a mask of icy composure, was twisted in fury, her eyes blazing with unrestrained anger.“I have never,” she hissed, pausing mid-step to glare at the space as if her words could strike down an unseen foe, “been humiliated like that in my entire life.”She spun around, facing me. “Do you know what it feels like, Sara? To be reduced to nothing in front of the entire world? To have everything you’ve worked for trampled on because of someone else’s incompetence?”Her voice rose with each word, cutting through the air like a whip. I flinched but kept my gaze steady, though my heart pounded in my chest.“It’s not my fault,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper.“Not your fault?” she repeated, her tone dripping with disbeli
Chapter 95Sara’s Point of ViewThe dim glow of the television filled the room, the sharp voice of the news anchor cutting through the silence like a knife. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my hands clenched tightly in my lap as each damning word echoed in the air around me. Beside me, my mother’s face was a pale mask of fury, her lips pressed into a thin line as her sharp eyes flickered between the screen and Maximilian.He stood by the window, his broad back turned to us, his posture as rigid as the tension in the room. The world outside was still, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside the estate.The anchor’s voice carried on, relentless and unforgiving.“Maximilian Graves, the celebrated CEO, is under fire for allegedly protecting his mistress, Sara Brown, from facing the consequences of her actions. Public outrage continues to grow, with many accusing the duo of conspiring to frame Eva Brown, Maximilian’s estranged wife and Sara's Step-sister, in a bid to strip her of her inh
Chapter 94 Sara’s Point of ViewThe first sound that registered was the shattering of glass. A bottle, hurled by one of the crowd, smashed against the pavement near my feet, sending shards flying. My pulse raced as fear clawed at me, and I instinctively flinched, shielding my face with trembling hands. The jeers and insults continued, a relentless tide of rage that refused to ebb.“Traitors! Murderers!”“You thought you could get away with it?”The words stung like a thousand needles, each one embedding itself deeper into my skin. My mother’s grip on my arm was iron-like, her nails digging in as she tried to keep me upright.“Keep walking,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice unsteady. “Don’t give them the satisfaction.”But how could I? The world had turned against us. Every face in the crowd was twisted with contempt, their eyes gleaming with righteous fury. I felt naked under their gaze, exposed and vulnerable in a way I never had been before.Another projectile a crushed
Chapter 93Sara’s Point of ViewThe morning air was thick with tension, as if the universe itself knew what awaited us beyond the front door. I glanced at my mother, her face set in a mask of forced composure. Her sharp features, so similar to mine, gave no hint of the storm brewing within. But I knew her too well. Behind that calm facade was a woman just as shattered as I was.“They’ll be out there,” I murmured, my voice hoarse from a night of restless tears.Mom adjusted her scarf, her movements measured and deliberate. “Let them. We’ve faced worse than a few cameras.”Her words, meant to reassure, felt hollow. We hadn’t faced worse not like this. This wasn’t just scandal; this was public crucifixion.I tightened my grip on the handle of my purse, my knuckles white. “Maybe we should wait. Let this die down.”Mom scoffed, her lips curling into a bitter smile. “Wait for what? For them to get bored? They won’t. Scandals like ours don’t just fade, Sara. They fester.”Her words stung bec
Chapter 92Josh’s Point of ViewThe silence in my office was heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of Eva moving around as she grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf. My face stung, the bruise on my cheekbone throbbing where Max had landed his punch. But the pain didn’t matter. Not when Eva was standing here, her presence like a soothing balm on my frayed nerves.“Sit,” she commanded, her voice firm but gentle. She pulled a chair closer to me, her eyes scanning my face for injuries.I obeyed, leaning back as she opened the kit and pulled out some antiseptic. Her touch was careful, deliberate, as she dabbed a cotton ball against the cut near my eyebrow.“You didn’t have to step in like that,” I said, my voice low.Her hands paused for a fraction of a second before resuming. “Yes, I did. Max had no right to treat you or anyone like that.”My jaw tightened at the mention of his name. “He doesn’t deserve you, Eva. Not now, not ever.”She sighed, her expression softening as she focused o