LOGINFor three years, Ariana Grace Chase played the role of a wife who was never truly chosen. Their marriage was a contract. His heart belonged to another woman. And when his first love returned, Maxwell Cox handed Ariana divorce papers without hesitation. He thought money would erase her. He thought she would beg. Instead, Ariana walked away, with his assets, his power, and the inheritance he never knew he could lose. After the divorce, Maxwell realizes too late that the woman he discarded now controls everything he was raised to inherit. Pregnant, untouchable, and finally free, Ariana disappears from his world only to return as the woman he can no longer reach. As secrets unravel, families collapse, and bloodlines are exposed, Maxwell’s regret turns into obsession. He wants his ex-wife back. His empire back. His legacy back. But some women are only disposable once. And when a man comes crawling back after the divorce, he may find the door permanently closed.
View More*Maxwell*When I stepped off the elevator onto the private floor, I saw them immediately.Two men in dark suits flanked the door to a corner room. Durrell's men. I'd seen enough of them lately to recognize them.Durrell himself stood outside the room, speaking into his phone, watching me approach like he'd been expecting this. He ended the call as soon as I got close."Maxwell.""Durrell.""I'm here to see Ariana.""You’ll need to be brief, she needs to rest."I paused and stared at him with an amused surprise."I'm very aware of that. I was married to her for three years."Something flickered across his face, but he stepped aside."Five minutes."‘You have got to be joking right now.’ The thought was so loud I almost said it out. Instead, I laughed, small and disbelieving, and brushed past him into her room.The curtains drawn, and in the bed, small against the white sheets, was Ariana.She looked different, tired, and hollowed out, like someone had scooped out whatever usually fille
*MAXWELL*The news came from my assistant."Sir, Theodore Chase was shot again. He didn't make it."I stopped mid-step in my office."What?""The Chase family residence, less than an hour ago. It's all over the news."I grabbed my jacket and was out the door before he could say more.The drive to the Chase residence felt different from the hospital run weeks ago. That time there was hope, but this time, there was only the weight of what I was walking into.The street was already blocked when I got close to their house.Police cars were lined up on both sides, with lights still flashing but muted now, like even they knew it was over. News vans clustered at the police barricades, cameras were aimed at the house I'd stood in a dozen times during my marriage. I parked three blocks away and walked.The front gate stood open, with officers moving in and out.Inside, the house felt wrong, like the building itself was holding its breath.I found them in the living room.Juliana sat on the co
*DURRELL*When we arrived at the hospital, she was taken straight to the emergency unit before I had her moved to a VIP ward and requested for the family doctor.She is not crying, and that scares me more than anything.There is blood on her hands. It has dried in thin lines along her fingers, and she is staring at it like she is studying evidence.“Blood pressure stable,” the nurse assigned to her room is saying.Stable. As if that word means anything tonight.“We’ll run an ultrasound,” the nurse continues.“Now,” I say.She nods.I step out into the hallway to answer a call and get updates on the shooting and the Chase family preparations.When I walk back into the suite moments later, she is sitting upright on the hospital bed. Cleaner now. Someone has wiped the blood from her skin, but not from her memory.She looks smaller in white, smaller than I’ve ever seen her, smaller than she was even in junior high when she made herself small on purpose.The OB specialist is moving the wan
*ARIANA*I didn’t process the sound at first. It was too sharp, too loud and too close.The room filled with screaming and breaking glass and the metallic smell of something burning.Then came another shot, and several others followed in series.I tried to crawl toward my father, who was still seated in his chair, a dark bloom spread across his left chest.Durrell held me back. “Stay down!”“Dad…”Another crack split the air.And this time I saw it.The bullet tore through his head.Dad jerked and his body went still.For one second, the world stopped.He looked surprised.Then he fell sideways out of the chair.I screamed.I don’t remember deciding to move. I just did. I tore out of Durrell’s grip and crawled across shattered glass. My knees burned. I didn’t feel it.“Dad.”His head was turned at an unnatural angle.There was red.Too much red.I pressed my hands against him like I could hold life inside his body if I tried hard enough.“Dad,” I whispered. “Dad, wake up.”Bullets wer






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