LOGINBook three of the Maximilian series "... that's what your father would have wanted," her mother's words repeated in her head. Despite her success in her career, she longed for someone to share in her joys and sorrows. There were days when she just wanted to talk to someone, but she was too ashamed to admit that. After her father's death, she only cared about work and her career. She had no interest in any kind of relationship with anyone related to Adam. To her, men were selfish jerks who would stop at nothing to see her fail, and she wasn't up for that. Read how the suspense unfolds as she falls in love with a rich man who disguises himself as a bartender to find love. Will she be ready to face her feelings or run away from them as usual?
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Chapter 1 Ingin Bercerai Cameron duduk mengangkang di atas paha seorang pria yang berusia lebih muda darinya, pinggulnya meliuk-liuk seiring rintihan kenikmatan yang meluncur dari bibirnya. Jemarinya mencengkeram pundak pria yang bernama Ben dengan erat, sama eratnya seperti kewanitaannya yang menjepit kejantanan Ben. Matanya terpejam, bibirnya terbuka sementara peluh membasahi sekujur tubuhnya. "Ben! Oh, Tuhan... ini benar-benar menyenangkan!" Ben menyeringai seraya meremas bokong sintal Cameron. "Kau menyukainya?" Cameron membuka matanya. "Aku selalu menyukaimu. Milikmu besar dan, ough... panjang!" "Hanya itu?" Ben meremas bokong Cameron, kali ini lebih kuat lalu dengan kasar menjambak rambut di belakang kepala Cameron hingga wanita itu terdongak ke belakang. Cameron tersenyum nakal dan mendorong Ben, membuat posisi Ben berbaring di atas tempat tidur hotel yang empuk. "Kau juga tahan lama." Ben terkekeh senang. "Kau bilang tiga puluh menit lagi kau harus bertemu pengacaramu, bukan?" "Kuharap pengacaraku mengerti kalau aku terlambat karena kebutuhan yang mendesak." "Kalau begitu, aku akan melakukannya dengan cepat tetapi...." Ben membalikkan posisi mereka dan menjadikan Cameron berada di bawahnya sementara kedua kaki Cameron berada di pundaknya. *** "Aku tidak akan hadir ke mediasi itu," kata Cameron Dylan. Wanita berambut pirang dengan penampilan glamor di depan Sheila itu adalah kliennya yang menggugat cerai suaminya dengan alasan karena terlalu banyak perbedaan dalam rumah tangga mereka yang tidak dapat lagi dipaksakan. "Miss Dylan, kurasa suamimu benar. Kau harus mempertimbangkan kembali perceraian ini," ucap Sheila, sebagai pengacara kasus perceraian ia harus bersikap paling tidak berpura-pura agar kliennya mempertahankan rumah tangganya. "Tidak, Miss Rikkrad. Kami benar-benar harus bercerai." "Aku mengerti kesulitanmu, Mrs. Dylan. Tetapi, setidaknya kalian harus berhadapan untuk menjernihkan masalah dalam rumah tangga kalian sebelum memutuskan untuk bercerai," ujar Sheila setelah menghela napasnya dalam-dalam. "Tidak, aku tidak bisa bertahan lagi." Cameron menatap Sheila dan memperlihatkan keseriusan di wajahnya. "Ya Tuhan, kau tidak akan mengerti jika tidak berada dalam posisiku." Sheila berdehem pelan. "Kau bilang suamimu bukan tipe pria yang bertempramen buruk dan bahkan tidak pernah berkata kasar, kondisi keuangan kalian juga tidak ada masalah. Jadi, kurasa tidak ada masalah serius dalam hubungan kalian." Cameron mendengus dan menatap Sheila lekat-lekat lalu menjepitkan sejumput rambutnya yang tergerai di wajahnya dan sedikit lepek ke belakang telinga dengan jari-jarinya yang kukunya dicat dengan warna hijau neon. "Ya. Aku memberitahumu, tetapi terkadang tempramen sedikit tinggi dan kata-kata kasar diperlukan juga dalam sebuah hubungan." Sheila mengulum senyumnya. Mungkin Cameron adalah salah satu wanita masokis, pikirnya. Tetapi, sepertinya ucapan wanita di depannya bukan merujuk pada hal-hal seperti itu. Ia kemudian menjilat bibirnya. "Sepertinya kasus perceraianmu akan panjang jika suamimu bersikeras untuk mempertahankan rumah tangga kalian dan tentunya kau tahu, 'kan? Kau mungkin akan mengeluarkan lebih banyak uang untuk membayar perceraian itu." "Aku tahu, uang bukan masalah," kata wanita yang diketahui oleh Sheila berusia empat puluh dua tahun. Cameron berlatar belakang keluarga berada, begitu juga suaminya Cameron yang merupakan seorang pengusaha yang cukup sukses. Meskipun berlatar belakang keluarga berada dan memiliki suami, Cameron tidak serta-merta menjadikan dirinya wanita yang manja dan bergantung kepada suaminya. Ia juga memiliki bisnisnya sendiri yang tentunya tidak kalah dari suaminya sehingga ia mampu mengangkat dagunya berbicara kepada pengacaranya jika uang bukan masalah. Sheila menghela napasnya dan tersenyum. "Baiklah kalau begitu, aku akan berusaha sebaik mungkin untukmu, Miss Dylan." Cameron memperbaiki posisi duduknya. "Begini, Miss Rikkard. Aku juga menginginkan hak asuh ke dua anakku." Sheila mengangguk. "Kurasa itu bukan hal yang mustahil jika terbukti suamimu adalah pria yang tidak kompeten mengurus anak." Sheila membenarkan posisi kacamatanya dengan gayanya yang sangat elegan. "Tetapi, jujur saja melihat keadaan sekarang ini aku merasa sedikit tidak yakin, suamimu pasti akan mengajukan banding." "Lakukan apa saja asal aku bisa bercerai darinya." Sheila tersenyum tipis. "Begini, Miss Dylan. Sebagai pengacaramu, aku ingin tahu apa sejujurnya yang melandasi keinginanmu berpisah dari suamimu." Bersambung...A few years laterEpilogue.To create a 2500-word simplified version of the scene while staying true to the emotional depth and natural tone, I would focus on expanding the moments of reflection, internal dialogue, and memories, while also adding more description and backstory to the characters and events. The goal is to enrich the scene, making it feel fuller and more detailed, without relying on overly complex language.Here’s how we can structure and simplify the epilogue:---"Hey Dad..." she whispered, kneeling gently beside the weathered tombstone. Her fingertips brushed over the engraved name, now softened by years of exposure to rain, sun, and the passage of time. She felt a mix of heaviness in her heart, but somehow, being here always made her feel a little lighter too, like part of the weight of missing him was shared by the earth holding him now.She hadn’t planned to visit today—it just sort of happened. She had been passing by the cemetery on her way home and felt that pu
Bazyli and Aly walked slowly through the park, enjoying the fresh air and the quiet around them. It had been a long journey for Bazyli, but he was finally out of the wheelchair. He now used a cane to help him walk, and though it wasn’t easy, he was proud of how far he had come. As he looked around, everything felt new again—the grass, the trees, even the sound of kids playing in the distance. It was as if the world was welcoming him back, one step at a time."I can’t believe it," Bazyli said with a soft smile, looking down at his feet. "After all these months, I can finally stand on my own two feet again." His voice carried a mixture of disbelief and relief, as if he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around the fact that he was walking again.Aly, who was walking beside him, smiled warmly. "I’m happy for you too," she said, glancing at him with pride in her eyes. "Soon enough, you won’t even need that cane." Her tone was light and hopeful, trying to encourage him, but Bazyli just lau
“I hope she’s fine,” Gia asked over the phone, her voice tinged with concern as Ximena informed her of Shane and Ayanda’s breakup.“I think she is,” Ximena replied, though uncertainty lingered in her voice.“She’ll be fine,” Gia added reassuringly.“I hope so. I know she has new prospects anyway,” Ximena joked, trying to lighten the mood.“How’s it going with your mom, Xi? It’s been a month since you decided to reconnect with her,” Gia asked, knowing this was a sensitive topic for her friend.“It’s been awkward, Gia. We barely have anything to talk about when she calls or when I call her,” Ximena paused, taking a deep breath. “She wants me to come back home, but I don’t think I’m ready to do that, Gia. She threw me out without considering how I would survive on my own. She didn’t just abandon me; she ensured the rest of the family didn’t take me in. How does she expect me to accept returning home as if nothing happened?”Gia sighed, feeling the weight of Ximena’s pain. “It’s complicat
Bazyli’s therapy sessions had finally begun after some initial setbacks, and it was hectic for Aly to balance work with attending the sessions. Even though Kim and the live-in nurse were around, Aly still needed to be there for the sessions when both of them were absent.“I’m happy you both sorted out your differences,” Ida said as she walked into Aly’s office with Khloe and Davina in tow. Talia was a few months pregnant, so Zeke was hardly around these days.“I’m happy we did too,” Aly replied, smiling warmly at her friends. She was grateful to have such a wonderful circle of people around her. Since her first broken relationship, the death of her father, and almost losing her second relationship, they had been there for her, and she cherished their support deeply. Her life hadn’t been all rosy despite the money she had, but her friends had been the best anyone could ask for. She wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.“How’s Bazyli doing? Is he responding well to therapy?” Kh
Brynn stood on the balcony of her new dorm room, taking in the surroundings of her new life in LA. It was a clean slate for her, a chance to start over and leave behind the mistakes and regrets of her past. The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm orange glow on the buildings and streets be
“ Are you sure you’re comfortable with this arrangement?” Davina asked, helping her pack her suitcase.“Yes, Davina. I want to do this. If he had left for the airport without coming to see me to talk, he wouldn’t have been in this state, and if I had reached out to him earlier, he wouldn’t have been
Bazyli wheeled himself into Aly's bedroom, his face set with determination. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge of urgency.Aly looked up from her desk, where she had been pretending to study, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yeah, sure," she replied, trying to keep her tone steady.
From his room, Bazyli looked out the window. He remembered everything, but he didn't know how to tell Aly the bad news. He didn't know how to ask her what she wanted to talk about before the accident.He was thankful for what she did for him, but he had to talk to her. They needed to talk things out








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