All Chapters of HEAVENLY PAIN MARRIAGE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The night had been long and agonizing for Ariadne. Her tears had soaked the pillow, her sobs muffled but persistent through the hours. On the other side of the door, Maximilian sat silently, his head resting against the wood as he listened to every painful sound she made. He didn’t knock, didn’t interrupt—just stayed, as if his presence could somehow absorb her pain. As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight filtered into the room. Ariadne, her eyes red and swollen, slowly pushed herself up. Her mind was scattered, but one thing was clear: she couldn’t stay. She wouldn’t go back to New York with Maximilian, not under his control. Her eyes scanned the room, desperate for anything that could help. That’s when she spotted the telephone on the bedside table. Without hesitation, she grabbed it, her trembling hands dialing the only number she could think of—Taylor’s. The line rang for what felt like an eternity before Taylor’s familiar voice answered, calm and steady. “Ariadne?” Hea

The next morning, Maximilian stood at the private airstrip, his hand pressing lightly against his bandaged ribs. His head throbbed from the lingering effects of the accident, but his dark eyes were focused and sharp. The city’s headlines had been relentless since he woke up—"Milton Group’s Power Shift: Gideon Takes the Throne"—and every word had been like a dagger to his pride. The jet ride back to New York was excruciatingly silent, save for the hum of the engines. Despite his personal pilot’s concerns about his health, Maximilian had insisted on returning immediately. His body screamed for rest, but his determination burned brighter than the pain. Arriving at Milton Tower, Maximilian ignored the concerned whispers and stunned stares of employees who hadn’t expected him back so soon. His towering presence, even weakened, was enough to quiet the murmurs. Every step he took up to the top floor felt like a battle against his own body, but he refused to show weakness. As he pushed ope

Ariadne sat on the edge of the bed in Taylor’s guest room, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her sweater. The house was eerily quiet, save for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards as she moved through the unfamiliar space. The silence pressed on her, amplifying her thoughts and emotions.Two days. It had been two days since everything had spiraled out of control.She clenched her jaw, recalling the scene. Maximilian’s car, his furious eyes locking onto hers, and the split second of chaos when Taylor’s car crashed into them. The image of Maximilian slumped against the seat, blood trickling down his temple, was etched into her mind.Ariadne had tried to shake it off, to remind herself that she was justified in running, justified in her anger. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to suppress the memory, it resurfaced, dragging with it a wave of guilt she couldn’t quite explain.She wandered into the living room, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. The house

The soft chime of the penthouse doorbell echoed through the silent space. Maximilian didn’t move at first, his gaze fixed on the swirling amber liquid in the tumbler he held. It wasn’t until the chime sounded again, more insistent this time, that he finally dragged himself to his feet.When he opened the door, Alfred stood there, his posture as straight as ever despite the years etched into his face. His presence, always a symbol of stability, now felt like a stark reminder of the lies Maximilian had lived with all his life.“Alfred,” Maximilian said, his voice low and heavy. “Come in.”The butler stepped inside, his eyes scanning the penthouse. The disarray was subtle but telling—papers scattered on the coffee table, an untouched dinner plate on the counter, and an air of unease that hung in the room like a storm cloud.“I came as soon as you called, sir,” Alfred said, his tone measured. “I assumed it was urgent.”Maximilian didn’t offer him a drink or a seat. Instead, he walked back

Ariadne stepped out of the police station, her heels clicking against the concrete. Standing just outside were Andymon and a familiar face—Taylor Wood, a police officer she often saw around Milton.“Done with your little reunion, Young Madam?” Andymon remarked sarcastically, his tone sharp enough to make Taylor glance sideways at him, disapproving.Taylor turned to Ariadne, ignoring Andymon’s biting comment. “Good afternoon, Young Madam,” he greeted politely, his voice steady. “I’m Taylor Wood, the officer in charge of investigating Miss Bella’s case.”Extending his hand, Taylor offered a firm handshake. Ariadne accepted it with a polite nod. “Ariadne,” she introduced herself simply, deliberately omitting her marital surname, which caused Andymon to shoot her a pointed look.“How is the investigation progressing, Officer Taylor?” Ariadne asked, her tone calm but firm.Taylor adjusted the stack of papers he had been holding, his expression briefly flickering with hesitation. “We’ve rec