All Chapters of HEAVENLY PAIN MARRIAGE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A month had passed, yet Maximilian hadn’t returned, leaving Ariadne alone in the expansive penthouse, which felt like a prison in the absence of purpose or company. To pass the time, she would escape to the rooftop garden, tending to flowers or swimming in the afternoon; some days, the hours slipped by with TV shows filling the silence. She kept herself occupied with Pilates and made use of the abundant space, but the freedom to step outside was forbidden. She did everything alone, even managed her illness without a soul nearby.Though Maximilian provided everything Ariadne wanted before she could even ask, the one thing she truly desired—to leave—remained out of reach. Trapped, Ariadne grew increasingly resentful, feeling as if her isolation was deliberate, a punishment cloaked in privilege.One evening, wrapped in a bathrobe, her damp black hair rolled into a towel, she sipped fruit juice and gazed out at the towering skyscrapers bathed in the orange light of sunset. The sight, beau

Ariadne couldn’t escape Maximilian's words: "From the moment I took you out of your house, I was already cursed." The phrase echoed in her mind as she went about her day, lingering at the edges of her thoughts when she was alone. As she slipped under the covers at night, as she sipped her morning coffee, or as she simply walked past Maximilian, his statement haunted her, evoking a new question each time: What did he mean by that? What curse did he suffer?She tried distracting herself, her eyes fixed on the television, yet she absorbed nothing from the screen. Her thoughts wandered back to him, cycling through frustration and confusion. Annoyed, she let out a cluck. "Does he think of me as a curse to him? Damn it," she muttered, frustrated. "If he truly felt cursed, why did he marry me in the first place? And if he’s so cursed, shouldn't he have divorced me by now?"Her private resentment simmered until she heard the sound of footsteps descending the staircase. She glanced up to see M

Maximilian returned just in time for dinner, much to Ariadne’s disappointment. She had hoped he wouldn't come back, knowing their deal required them to eat together all week for her to earn the freedom to go outside."Looks like I made it back in time," Maximilian remarked, eyeing the dinner set out on the table.Ariadne muttered under her breath, "Shit..."Maximilian heard her but only smirked, amused by her frustration, as he took his seat across from her. He began to eat, clearly savoring the chef's special preparation, which confirmed Ariadne’s suspicion—he’d timed his arrival to keep their arrangement intact.Though Ariadne remained silent, the clinking of her fork and knife against the plate filled the air, adding a tension to the table that needed no words.Maximilian was silently annoyed by Ariadne's noisy eating—his upbringing had taught him to maintain quiet at the table—but he kept his expression composed, finishing his meal while she was still halfway through."Is there so

Due to Ariadne’s sprained ankle and fragile health, Maximilian finally arranged for maids to stay at the penthouse, ensuring she received proper care and attention. While Ariadne rested, fully pampered by the services he provided, Maximilian returned to his duties. However, he still made a point of appearing at each mealtime, showing up to share her company.Like this morning, Maximilian came to Ariadne’s room with breakfast, ensuring she ate with him there. He eased her situation by sparing her the effort of going to the dining room, instead choosing to join her so they could share their meals together.Despite his efforts, Ariadne couldn’t hide her irritation; seeing Maximilian’s face so often remained an unwelcome routine for her.As soon as the maid cleared the plates, Maximilian asked, "How’s your ankle?"Ariadne responded coolly, though with less edge than yesterday. "Better. Not as painful as it was.""Good," Maximilian replied. "Seems like you're aiming to recover quickly befo

Maximilian closed his tired eyes, hoping for a moment of rest after an exhausting day.Since returning to work, he had handed the company’s reins to Gideon during his recovery, but as its leader, a permanent reprieve from responsibility was never an option. Maximilian had anticipated the chaos of his first days back, but he hadn’t foreseen how deeply it would strain his body.Feeling the ache intensify, he turned to the drawer beside his bed and retrieved a small bottle of medicine. With practiced precision, he swallowed a dose, his expression tightening as he leaned back.“I still need to adapt to this heart,” he muttered to himself, one hand brushing against the area of his chest where the surgery scar lay. The lingering pain in his stitches made him wince. For a fleeting moment, he considered pressing the area to ease the discomfort but dismissed the thought, knowing the risk of causing further complications.Exhaling heavily, Maximilian returned to bed and stretched out. The effec