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Chapter Seventy Eight

Autor: Love Egbejale
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Maximillian

I couldn’t sleep. No matter how I tossed and turned, my mind refused to shut down. Maybe it was the silence of the house—it was so quiet it almost felt alive, pressing against me like it wanted to suffocate me.

The air itself felt too heavy, too sharp to breathe. I gave up on rest, slipping outside into the garden at two in the morning.

The pavement lights lined the path like little soldiers, dutifully showing me where to go. I didn’t really need them, though. What I needed was the dark. Something about it felt more honest, more in tune with the void inside me that I kept fighting to climb out of.

Funny, wasn’t it? I was supposed to be healing, supposed to be grateful, yet all I could feel was guilt.

Maybe it was this house. Maybe it was me. The guilt of living in luxury, of moving forward while others couldn’t, gnawed at me. My life was getting back on track—almost like it had been before the accident.

And wasn’t that the cruelest part? That I could smile again. That
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  • Bared To You    Chapter Seventy Eight

    Maximillian I couldn’t sleep. No matter how I tossed and turned, my mind refused to shut down. Maybe it was the silence of the house—it was so quiet it almost felt alive, pressing against me like it wanted to suffocate me. The air itself felt too heavy, too sharp to breathe. I gave up on rest, slipping outside into the garden at two in the morning.The pavement lights lined the path like little soldiers, dutifully showing me where to go. I didn’t really need them, though. What I needed was the dark. Something about it felt more honest, more in tune with the void inside me that I kept fighting to climb out of. Funny, wasn’t it? I was supposed to be healing, supposed to be grateful, yet all I could feel was guilt.Maybe it was this house. Maybe it was me. The guilt of living in luxury, of moving forward while others couldn’t, gnawed at me. My life was getting back on track—almost like it had been before the accident. And wasn’t that the cruelest part? That I could smile again. That

  • Bared To You    Chapter Seventy Seven

    Edwina I must have dozed off on the way to my house because the next thing I knew, an unfamiliar hand was shaking me gently awake and a voice announced that I’d arrived. My eyelids fluttered open reluctantly, the kind of heavy-lidded struggle that made me wish for five more minutes of peace. Blinking against the light, I lifted my head and found George standing patiently in front of the open car door, waiting for me.For a moment, I felt small—like a child being woken up after a long car ride. The thought made me flush. Great, Edwina, very dignified.“Oh! I’m sorry.” My voice cracked as I scrambled out of the car, stumbling a little on my unsteady legs. Before I could hit the ground, a different set of hands steadied me. Startled, I looked up—and froze.“Steven? What are you doing here?” The last person I wanted to see.“I went to the hospital to see you, but your sister said you’d come home for a change of clothes. When I got here, you weren’t here.” His tone carried that sharp, ac

  • Bared To You    Chapter Seventy Six

    Edwina“So, I heard you have like four siblings. Is Prince Julian your twin?”“No. Bianca is my twin, although people outside our family can’t differentiate between me and Julian, so they think he’s my twin. We’ve used that to our advantage so many times.” He chuckled, and I caught a glimpse of the boy beneath the title.“That’s nice. Having so many siblings,” I said, though in truth, it sounded overwhelming. My own life had been a storm of loneliness; his was an ocean of expectations.“They’re coming to pay me a visit soon. Would you like to meet them?”“Me, face a bunch of royals? Absolutely not!” My horrified expression was genuine—I could already feel the weight of their eyes, the judgment I wouldn’t survive.“I think you can hold your own against them.” His confidence in me startled me more than the idea itself. “Bianca will definitely look down on you, but I think you are capable of putting her in her place. Annabeth is Julian’s twin and she’s very sweet.”“That’s a lovely name—

  • Bared To You    Chapter Seventy Five

    Maximillian This was harder than any battle I’d fought with the world, because this was against myself—against my instinct to shut everyone out. But for her… for the chance to hold her fragile heart in my hands, I had to try. She was worth the risk, worth the unraveling of the walls I’d built so carefully.And yet, a voice whispered inside me: What if you break her too? What if your love isn’t enough to keep her safe from you? I clenched my jaw, forcing the thought down. No...this was all I could do. To give her my truth, raw and unpolished, and pray she wouldn’t see me as the monster I sometimes feared I was.“You… you are really in love with me?” she asked hesitantly, her voice softer, uncertain.“Yes. Madly, irrevocably in love with you.” I took a slow step toward her, closing the distance inch by inch. “Your infuriating attitude and all. You’re my heartbeat, Edwina. My world revolves around you.”“I… I don’t know what to say,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to her feet.I reach

  • Bared To You    Chapter Seventy Four

    Maximillian One whole week. That’s how long I waited—every second dragging like a century—for Edwina to storm into my life, guns blazing, demanding to know why I’d paid her father’s hospital bills. I’d pictured it a dozen different ways: her shouting, her crying, her refusing to look at me. And in every version, I couldn’t decide whether I dreaded it or longed for it.When it became clear that either she didn’t know yet or didn’t know where I was living now, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Relief seeped into my bones, loosening the tension that had wound me so tight. For the first time in days, I allowed myself to slip into the chaos of my new life as a teacher.Homework to grade, books to read—things I hadn’t done since my own school days. I even squeezed in a few movies, the kind I used to ignore. On this particular day, I’d decided to catch up on the episodes of a series I’d abandoned before the accident. My little escape from reality.Everything was ready:

  • Bared To You    Chapter Seventy Three

    Edwina I paced the length of the waiting room, my shoes tapping against the tiled floor like an accusation with every step. God, please… let him get better. Please. My heart felt like it was stuck in my throat, and my stomach was in knots. It was all my fault. Everything was my fault.If I hadn’t screamed at him. If I hadn’t thrown those words in his face—words I couldn’t even remember now but knew were laced with venom—he wouldn’t be lying in there. On an operating table. Fighting for his life.How could I? How could I let my anger push me that far?A part of me thought I deserved this punishment. It would serve me right if none of my sisters ever spoke to me again. If they looked at me with the same accusing eyes Mom had. Maybe they should. Maybe I was nothing but the troublemaker everyone had always said I was.Dad had been wheeled into the operating room for a bypass surgery. Surgery we didn’t even have the money to pay for. That fact stabbed at me again, sharper this time. We c

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