As Max and Maxwell both interchanged heartfelt look, a knock was heard on the door of the house and their attention where turned immediately. A suspicious looked appeared on Maxwell face that he looked at Max in the most unusual way. Had Max told someone else about this new discovery? “Who else have you told?”Maxwell approached Max up-close, like he was about to launch a punch in his face.“Who-else knows about you? Who did you tell before coming here?” Maxwell pointed his finger at Max’s chest and he didn’t even flinch a bit. His hands were crossed in unison and he looked at Maxwell straight in the eye. “Why?” Max smiled, he felt like it was a privilege to make Maxwell this uncomfortable.“Are you scared to open the door to the house you forcefully got without permission?” “I aren’t scared of anything.” Maxwell chuckled tirelessly looking below, as he rested his hands on his waist then looked back up at Max, his hands still pointing at him, “Understand that.” After, max walked to
Carmela's heart was racing as she watched Maxwell approach them, a gun in his hand. He was getting closer and closer, and she and Max were backing up against the wall. There was nowhere to run, and they were trapped. "Please," Carmela said, her voice shaking. "Don't do this." Maxwell just smiled, his eyes cold and cruel. "Oh, I'm going to do it," he said. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me." Max stepped forward, his voice firm. "Listen to me, Maxwell," he said. "You need to let go of your obsession with Carmela. It's not healthy, and it's not right. She's not yours, and she never will be." Maxwell laughed, a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down Max's spine. "Oh, but that's where you're wrong," he said. "If you're out of the picture, then Carmela will be all mine." "We're brothers," Max said, his voice firm. "I know you could never kill me. We're family." Maxwell's smile faded, and his eyes flashed with anger. "You think I care about that?" he said. "I don't. If I wan
Carmela pressed her hands against Max's wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Tears streamed down her face as she begged Max to stay with her. "Please, please don't do this to me," she sobbed. "I need you. I love you." But Max just smiled, blood bubbling up from his mouth. "You're too late," he said, his voice weak. "I love you too, but I can't stay. I'm sorry." "Please don't talk like that," Carmela pleaded. "Please don't give up. Just stay with me. I'm here. I'm right here with you." She brushed his hair away from his face, and he turned to look at her, his eyes glazed with pain. His hand reached up to cup her cheek, and she felt his touch, warm and wet with blood. "I'm glad I got to see you one last time," he whispered. "I love you." Carmela sobbed, unable to speak. She held his hand, wishing she could stop time and make this moment last longer. Max's eyes started to flutter, and Carmela could tell he was fading. "Don't go," she begged. "Please, Max. Please stay with me." Bu
The rain was falling steadily, soaking the ground and the mourners who gathered under black umbrellas. They stood in silence, watching as the casket was lowered into the ground. The minister spoke words of comfort, but they were empty to Carmela. She felt numb, as if she were watching this from a distance, like it was happening to someone else. But then, she looked down at the casket, and she knew it was real. As the crowd began to disperse, Carmela stood alone by the grave, lost in her grief. The rain kept falling, washing away her tears. As Carmela stood staring at the grave, a hand gently touched her shoulder. She turned to see Mr. Eliot, Max's father, looking at her with concern. "You should go home," he said. "You've been here for hours. Let the dead sleep." Carmela shook her head. "I can't leave him," she said. "He's my whole world." Mr. Eliot looked at her, his eyes full of compassion. "I know how much you loved him," he said. "But you can't keep doing this to yourse
Maxwell slowly brought my hands down from his neck and moved closer to me. Maxwell took a step back, his hands raised in surrender. "Please, Carmela, just calm down," he said, his voice gentle. "I don't mean you or the baby any harm. I just wanted to see you, to talk to you." Carmela stared at him, her heart still racing. She could feel the tears streaming down her face, but she didn't have the strength to stop them. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice breaking. Carmela's anger and grief came to a head, and she lashed out, punching Maxwell in the chest. "Just leave me alone!" she cried. "I can't do this anymore. I can't take it!" Maxwell flinched, but he didn't strike back. He just looked at her, his eyes full of compassion. "Please, Carmela," he said. "I know this is hard, but I want to help you. I want to be there for you and the baby. Just give me a chance." “You’re not human…” Carmela cried, “just leave the surface of the earth. Leave me and my kids alone.”
Maxwell cuffed his hands around Carmela's wrists, holding her tight. She winced in pain, her eyes wide with fear. "Please," she said, her voice shaking. "Please, let me go. You're hurting me." Maxwell looked into her eyes, his expression pained. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I'm doing this for your own good. You have to trust me." "Why?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Why are you doing this? Just let me go. Please." "I love you, Carmela," Maxwell said, his voice cracking. "Please, just trust me. If you do, everything will be all right." "No, this isn't love," Carmela said, tears streaming down her face. "If you loved me, you wouldn't be doing this. If you loved me, you would let me go." "I can't do that," Maxwell said, his voice rising in frustration. "Just cooperate, and everything will be all right. I promise." Maxwell pulled out his phone and called a cab. When it arrived, he opened the door and ushered Carmela inside. The driver looked at them through the rearview mirror. "Wher
Carmela’s hands struck hard against Maxwell's chest but he didn’t bulge. He kept pulling her closer and tightening his lips on hers. She couldn’t breathe. She was weak and sad. It felt like she was caged in a dark room and there was no window to let air into the room. She begged to end her life because she couldn’t bring herself to do it. If only Max was still here, she could have still had a bit of her sanity. “P-please…” she begged as her lips slightly released from Maxwell’s. A tear rolled down her eyes, once more. “I’m begging you.” “Carmela, don’t cry.” Maxwell pulled back and looked at her pale and tender skin. He pulled her jaw up to face his. “I will always love you. Why don’t you feel what I’m feeling? I can’t let you die. Never!” He pulled Carmela up into his arm. This time he led her into a room. This was a master bedroom inside of the small mansion by the beachside. Carmela had been here with him before. Then, she had thought he was Max. She loved this beach house
Carmela started to shake in bed. She struggled to push Maxwell off from her body, sluggishly. She was weak beneath him and her legs were already numb from the fear she felt at that moment. “If you do this now, I would never forgive you.” Her voice came out as a whisper.“Even when Max is dead, I can’t have peace.” Maxwell stopped what he was doing and looked up at her in the face. She didn’t even look at him. Her gaze was looking the other way. “You want peace?” his thick voice asked and Carmela refused to reply. “Peace!!!!!” He yelled and shifted away from her body. This time, he pulled Carmela in a rush, sitting her up in the bed. His eyes were flaming in anger and his fist was tightening around Carmela’s wrist. She cried in pain and he kept strangling his hands around her wrist. With each tightening, she would wimp in pain. “Maxwell, stop, please, you’re hurting me.” She tried pulling her hands away, pleading to Maxwell. She wanted him to stop. All of this to end. Maxwel