Chapter 125: Max’s Point of View Josh’s words hit like a slap across the face. “You lost the right to call her your wife the moment you maltreated her and sent her to jail,” he said, his voice steady and firm. His eyes burned with disdain, and his stance screamed defiance. I clenched my fists a
Eva let out a sharp breath, her hands gripping the edge of her desk. “Enough,” she said, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. Josh and I both turned to her, but her eyes were locked on me. “Max, I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but it’s too late. Whatever you’re trying
CHAPTER 126 MAX POINT OF VIEW The soft knock on my office door barely registered as I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the files spread before me. My mind wasn’t on the contracts or the numbers; it was on Eva. It always was. Her words, her anger, her pain they were etched into my brain, a relen
CHAPTER 127 MAX’S POINT OF VIEW The air was heavy as I stepped out of the car, the faint smell of gasoline and mildew from the rundown motel wafting through the air. The building was as unremarkable as I had expected faded paint, cracked windows, and a neon sign that flickered weakly in the dim li
CHAPTER 128 MAX’S POINT OF VIEW Lila’s sobs filled the suffocating silence of the room, each wail scraping against my nerves. I stared at her, disgust and anger swirling inside me like a storm. She had ruined Eva’s life, shattered her reputation, and for what? Money? Desperation? It didn’t matter.
CHAPTER 129 MAX’S POINT OF VIEW The moment I stepped out of the car. My driver remained stationed by the vehicle, his eyes cast downward in professional silence. I adjusted my tie, more out of nervous habit than necessity, and took a deep breath before heading into the company building. The elev
CHAPTER 130 Max’s Point of View Her words cut through me like a blade, sharp and precise, leaving wounds I knew would never heal. “You don’t know,” she said, her voice trembling with the weight of suppressed anguish. “You have no idea what I’ve been through in prison.” I stood frozen, my heart po
She stared down at me, her expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought she might relent, that she might offer me a glimmer of hope. But then she shook her head, her lips pressing into a firm line. “I don’t know if I can forgive you, Max,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her ga
Josh's Point of View The study in Mom's mansion hadn't changed since the day she found me, a broken eighteen-year-old with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. The same leather chairs, the same antique desk, the same compassionate eyes that had seen past my sins and offered salvation. "Sit
Sara's Point of View The Sinclair Foundation's annual charity gala sparkled with enough diamonds to blind someone. Every major fashion house, business tycoon, and social media influencer packed the grand ballroom, their whispers following me like persistent shadows. My emerald gown, a Helena-appro
Chapter 328 Sara's Point of View The morning headlines hit like physical blows: "FASHION'S SCANDAL GIRL IN LOVE AFFAIR WITH MANAGER" "SARA BROWN'S SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED" "CRIMINAL'S DAUGHTER SEDUCES WAY TO SUCCESS" My hands shook as I scrolled through article after article on my phone. Someho
Chapter 327 Sara's Point of View Camera flashes greeted me the moment I stepped out of the mansion. They lurked behind bushes, crouched behind parked cars, shouted questions that made my skin crawl. "Sara! How often do you visit your parents in prison?" "Is it true you helped plan the murders?"
The backstage chaos of Paris Fashion Week swirled around Sara like a tornado. Models rushed between makeup stations, stylists shouted instructions in multiple languages, and someone nearby was having a meltdown about a broken heel. But Sara couldn't focus on any of it. The walls of the massive venue
The grand dining room of the Brown mansion sparkled with its usual Sunday elegance, but tonight the atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension. Crystal glasses clinked too loudly against china plates as the family attempted normal conversation around the elephant in the room. "Pass the potatoes?" Ev
Josh's Point of View The nightmares returned last night. Faces from my past, screams in dark alleys, blood on my hands that no amount of success could wash away. I jolted awake in my mansion suite, sheets tangled around me, heart pounding against my ribs. My phone showed three missed calls from
Eva's Point of View The Brown Enterprises conference room buzzed with barely contained hostility. Camera flashes popped like lightning as reporters jostled for position, their hungry eyes fixed on the empty podium. Behind the scenes, I watched Sara pacing, her face pale but determined. "You don't
Sara's Point of View The morning started like a dream. My first major runway show for Paris Fashion Week, everything I'd worked so hard to achieve finally coming true. I should have known it wouldn't last. Nothing good in my life ever does. The first hint came during makeup. Victoria Stone, superm