Chapter 112 : Max’s Point of View I stood outside Eva’s office, my heart pounding in my chest. The cold air still clung to my skin, but it felt insignificant compared to the storm raging inside me. I had just walked away from Sara’s house, my mind reeling with everything I had learned. The lies, t
I could feel my heart breaking with each word she spoke. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the pain beneath it, the years of hurt that she had buried deep inside. And I had been the cause of all of it. “I was blind,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I was so blind, Eva. I couldn’t see wh
Chapter 113: Sara’s Point of View The door slammed shut behind me with a force that echoed through the empty house. My heart was still pounding in my chest, my breath coming in shallow bursts. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Max had finally seen through me, and now he knew the truth.
Chapter 114: Maximilian’s Point of View The sharp knock on my office door jolted me from my thoughts. I had been staring at the endless financial reports spread across my desk, the red numbers blaring like warning sirens. My temples throbbed, and I could feel the weight of the entire company pres
CHAPTER 115 MAX POINT OF VIEW The air in my office felt heavy, suffocating even. I sat behind my desk, staring blankly at the papers scattered across it. None of them mattered. Not the contracts, not the reports, not the endless list of demands that came with my position. All I could think about
Chapter 116 Eva’s Point of View The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as I parked my car outside the small café Samuel Graves had chosen for our meeting. The location was inconspicuous, tucked away from the city’s bustling streets a place where secrets cou
“And what do you expect me to do?” I asked finally, closing the folder. Samuel’s smile widened slightly, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “For now, I need your cooperation. There are moves we must make, alliances we must forge. But first, you need to secure your position.” I frowned, suspicion
Chapter 117 Max’s Point of View The soft hum of the air conditioner filled my office as I leaned back in my chair, staring at the city skyline through the large glass windows. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the nagging feeling that something was slipping out of my control. The sound of my off
"The children?" I asked immediately. "Safe," Max assured me. "Helena has them in the panic room, telling them it's a drill. Sara and Josh are with them." My father approached, his face grave. "The security footage from the garage shows nothing. Whoever did this knew where the cameras were." "What
Eva's point of view The metal gates of the Brown Industries underground garage closed behind my car with a reassuring thud. I hummed softly as I gathered my portfolio from the passenger seat. The board meeting had gone better than expected, the foundation's new initiative to support women rebuildi
"Happy six months since you got married for the third time!" Leo announced proudly. "Half a year of not being divorced," Sam added helpfully. "We made heart-shaped pancakes," Mia pointed to a plate where misshapen attempts at hearts were piled high. "And coffee," James added. "But Grandma wouldn'
Chapter 283 Eva woke before the alarm, Max's arm heavy across her waist, his breathing deep and steady against her neck. Six months since they had renewed their vows. Six months of rebuilt trust and stronger love. Six months of peace. The morning light filtered through the tall windows of their be
She clicked through to the "Events" page. The foundation's annual gala was scheduled for next Friday night at the Grand Harbor Hotel. "Celebrating Second Chances." A harsh laugh escaped Victoria's damaged lips. Second chances. What about her second chance? Where was Victoria's foundation, her su
The metal gates of Westlake Women's Correctional Facility groaned open. Victoria Reeves stood at the threshold between captivity and freedom, her small bag of belongings clutched in white-knuckled fingers. Ten years. 3,650 days of her life spent behind those walls. The morning sun hit the right si
The Brown-Sinclair-Graves family compound buzzed with excitement as final preparations for the quadruplets' sixth birthday celebration came together. Balloons in four favorite colors filled the great hall, blue for Mia, green for Leo, red for Sam, and purple for James. Each child had chosen their ow
Tears filled my eyes, blurring his beloved face. "I promise to match my tie to Mia's dresses for as long as she wants me to. To cut Leo's sandwiches into dinosaur shapes, even when I'm running late. To never miss another of Sam's soccer games, no matter what crisis arises. To listen to James's scie
Eva's point of view I stood before the mirror in my dressing room, my fingers tracing the simple white silk of my dress. No elaborate cathedral this time. No hundreds of guests in designer outfits. No society photographers documenting every moment. Just our family, gathered in Helena's garden for