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
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.”
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
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 ble
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
She moved around Nathan, but stayed close to him. Too close. My hands curled into fists at my sides."What's he to you, Eva?" I demanded.Nathan leaned forward, his expression hardening. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”“Oh, it’s my business,” I snapped, my gaze flicking back to Eva. “
Chapter 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 ra
Chapter 71Max point of view Nathan was still watching us, his gaze cool and calculating. I could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the way he was enjoying watching me squirm. But Eva wasn’t looking at him anymore. She had turned her back to me, her eyes now fixed on the door, her expression hard.
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