Chapter 55EVA'S point of view Whispers filled the grand hall as I walked through the crowd with Uncle Josh by my side. People were staring at me, their voices a low hum. But I kept my head up, my heart steady, no matter how heavy their looks felt.Then I saw him. Maximilian.He was standing near t
Chapter 56Eva’s Point of ViewI made my way through the grand hall with Uncle Josh, feeling the burn of the crowd’s whispers at my back. Every step I took was steady and purposeful, but my heart pounded beneath my calm facade. After years of hiding, of bending to their will, I was finally ready to
Sara’s face turned a shade of red I’d never seen before, her lips pressed into a thin line as she struggled to find a retort. I could see the rage boiling beneath her surface, threatening to spill over. But before she could say anything, I acted on impulse. I raised my hand and brought it down with
Chapter 57Sara’s Point of ViewI stormed into the house, slamming the door behind me as hard as I could, the loud crash echoing through the empty hallway. The rage boiling inside me needed an outlet, and this was only the beginning. How dare she! Eva, that miserable excuse for a sister, had the aud
The mention of Josh Sinclair made me clench my fists even tighter. He was part of the reason she had the audacity to stand up to me. “If he thinks he can protect her, he’s got another thing coming,” I muttered, a hint of bitterness in my voice. “We’ll just have to make sure he’s distracted. Give him
Chapter 58: Max's Point of ViewI sat in my study as the sun was going down. The papers on my desk were just sitting there, untouched. I couldn't focus on work - not when my mind kept going back to Eva. She had come back into my life so suddenly, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. It had been
I had to admit, she was good at this. Her timing, her tone of voice, it was all perfect. She was weaving a clever trap of half-truths and persuasion, and I could feel myself getting caught in it. My anger and bitter feelings toward Eva were making it hard to think clearly."Even if you're right abou
Chapter 59: Eva's Point of ViewMy heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst right out of my chest. Here I was, standing in front of the huge glass building that meant everything to my family. My grandmother had started this company with nothing but hope and hard work. She'd turned it from
Eva's point of view The next morning after breakfast, I found my children huddled in Leo's room. Leo sat rigid on his bed, Sam clutched his dinosaur toy like a shield, James stared out the window, and Mia twisted her blue dress in nervous fingers. "Can we talk?" I asked softly, sitting on Leo's b
Max paced his study, his heavy footsteps echoing in the empty room. His head throbbed, the pain pressing against his skull like a vise. He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. The house was too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the heavy, suffocating kind that filled the air wi
The room was dimly lit, the scent of aged whiskey and cigar smoke lingering in the air. Heavy curtains blocked out the outside world, making the space feel like a cocoon of secrets and whispered conspiracies. Martha leaned back in the leather armchair, crossing her legs elegantly as she swirled the
Max’s Point of View It was the first time in weeks that we had something close to peace. Eva actually smiled, really smiled, as the kids worked on their fort, a chaotic masterpiece of pillows, sheets, and blankets piled high in the living room. It was the kind of moment I had been desperate for, t
Chapter 254 Sara’s Point of View I spread the financial documents across my desk, my gut twisting with unease. Something wasn’t right. Something about Martha Taylor’s spending habits gnawed at me, like an itch just beneath the surface of my skin. "Look at this," I said, pushing the credit card st
*** *** *** ***** I woke at dawn, Josh's words from last night echoing in my head. Time to prove to my family they came first. Starting with breakfast, real breakfast, like we used to have before everything fell apart. The kitchen was quiet as I pulled out ingredients. Pancake batter mixed with ch
Max point of view The bar was quiet at midnight, just me, Josh, and a bottle of scotch between us. The same drink that had started this whole mess five years ago. "Eva's right," I said, staring into my glass. "I'm destroying everything. My kids asked about divorce today, Josh. Divorce. They're fi
"Daddy?" Mia's voice trembled. "Are you leaving us?" And in that moment, looking between my wife's tears and my children's fear, I realized exactly what my one night's mistake had cost. Because sometimes the hardest wounds come from the ones we love most. And sometimes there are no right choices,
Max point of view I found Eva in our bedroom, packing my remaining clothes into a suitcase with violent movements. "Martha told me what you said," I started, anger boiling beneath my calm. "Threatening her, calling Nathan illegitimate, acting like some queen on her throne." "Oh, did your mistres