Max point of view I stared at the thick envelope on my desk, the law firm's name embossed in gold letters. My hands shook as I opened it, though I already knew what I'd find. "Mr. Graves?" My assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Your lawyer is here." Thomas Chen walked in, his face
Thomas Chen, my lawyer, straightened his tie. "Mr. Kane." "Let's skip the pleasantries," Kane smiled, all teeth. "We're here to discuss Mr. Brown's obligations to his son." My throat tightened at the word 'son'. Martha sat across from me, perfectly groomed, watching me like a cat with a mouse. "F
Max point of view I found Eva in our home office, papers spread across her desk. The look she gave me was colder than I'd ever seen. "The lawyers sent everything," she said, her voice arctic. "Their demands. The trust fund. The visitation schedules." "Eva..." "Fifty thousand dollars a month." S
**** ***** I sat alone in my darkened office at midnight, a glass of scotch untouched before me. The same drink that had created this mess five years ago. Eva's words echoed in my head, mixing with memories of Nathan's hopeful face. "A bastard son," Eva had called him. The words made me sick. On
Eva's Point of View The walls of my office at Brown Tower were made of glass and steel, but right now, they felt as unyielding as iron. Outside, the city stretched endlessly beneath me, a kingdom that belonged to my children. A kingdom I would protect with everything I had. The soft knock on the d
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
"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,
Chapter 1EVA POINT OF VIEWMy hands tremble as I stand before the mirror, looking at my reflection, I hardly recognize myself. Fearful, wide eyes stare back at me, and the lace of the wedding dress were suffocating me and itching against my skin. The weight of this decision that I never made were l
"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
Eva's Point of View The walls of my office at Brown Tower were made of glass and steel, but right now, they felt as unyielding as iron. Outside, the city stretched endlessly beneath me, a kingdom that belonged to my children. A kingdom I would protect with everything I had. The soft knock on the d
**** ***** I sat alone in my darkened office at midnight, a glass of scotch untouched before me. The same drink that had created this mess five years ago. Eva's words echoed in my head, mixing with memories of Nathan's hopeful face. "A bastard son," Eva had called him. The words made me sick. On
Max point of view I found Eva in our home office, papers spread across her desk. The look she gave me was colder than I'd ever seen. "The lawyers sent everything," she said, her voice arctic. "Their demands. The trust fund. The visitation schedules." "Eva..." "Fifty thousand dollars a month." S
Thomas Chen, my lawyer, straightened his tie. "Mr. Kane." "Let's skip the pleasantries," Kane smiled, all teeth. "We're here to discuss Mr. Brown's obligations to his son." My throat tightened at the word 'son'. Martha sat across from me, perfectly groomed, watching me like a cat with a mouse. "F
Max point of view I stared at the thick envelope on my desk, the law firm's name embossed in gold letters. My hands shook as I opened it, though I already knew what I'd find. "Mr. Graves?" My assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Your lawyer is here." Thomas Chen walked in, his face
Sara’s Point of View The evening sun painted the sky in shades of orange and gold as I stepped out of my favorite coffee shop, the warmth of the cup in my hands doing little to ease the cold rage settling in my chest. I spotted her immediately. Martha Taylor. She was leaning against my car like
Max point of view My hands shook on the steering wheel as I parked in our driveway. 5:55 PM. The lights in our home glowed warmly, but my stomach twisted with fear. How would my children react? What would I say? The front door opened before I reached it. Four small bodies exploded out, their scre