เข้าสู่ระบบThis chapter marks the moment where the attack turns public—and merciless. 💔 Lies spread faster than truth, and Veronica is pushed into a corner by media, betrayal, and her father’s ultimatum. But pressure doesn’t just break people… sometimes, it forges them. Stay with her—this is far from over.
Max's POV:At some point, it stopped feeling like distraction with her.It started feeling very wrong.My mind wasn’t here anymore. It hadn’t been for a while.I pulled back this time, not because of a passing thought... but because I couldn’t just continue with her anymore.She noticed immediately. “What is it now?”I ran a hand through my hair, stepping back like I needed distance to think straight. “I can’t do this.”Her expression changed from confusion to mixing with irritation. “You couldn’t do this five minutes ago?”“I shouldn’t have done it then either.”She folded her arms slightly. “Okay… what changed?”I hesitated for a second, then said it plainly. “I have a fiancée.”That landed on her hard. She blinked at me, then let out a short, disbelieving breath. “You have a fiancée… and you’re here with me?”“I know how that sounds.”“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I want to hear how you explain it.”I looked away for a moment, and my jaw was tightening before I forced myself t
Max's POV:The VIP lounge above the bar was the kind of place that existed specifically to provide wealthy people with the illusion of privacy.Low lighting, private booths with high backs, music loud enough to make conversation feel contained. I had been in rooms like this a hundred times in my life for reasons I could account for clearly and explain to anyone who asked.I was having some difficulty accounting for how I had arrived in this particular one tonight.Sofia was beside me, close enough that the our conversation had shifted from the bar downstairs into something with a different geographical location, and I was aware with the part of my brain that was still running its usual operational checks that I had moved through the last hour with something that was not quite intention and not quite accident but somewhere in the uncomfortable space between them.She had a good laugh. That was the first thing I had noticed after the hooker comment had nearly ended the conversation befo
Max's POV:How stupid had I been?The question wouldn’t leave me alone.It followed me down the hallway, down the elevator, out into the cold night air like a shadow I couldn’t outrun. I should have known better. I did know better.And yet I still stood there, watching them like some fool who needed proof of what was already obvious. Veronica never let Theo go. Not really. Not in the way I needed her to.I let out a harsh breath and ran a hand through my hair, pacing once before pulling my car door open.The city lights blurred as I drove, but I barely registered anything around me.My mind kept replaying the same image.Veronica sitting there, looking at him like he was the only thing supoorting her. Theo standing too close of his place in her world.And me?I wasn’t in that moment at all.I laughed under my breath, bitter and sharp.What a joke I have become.She agreed to marry me, yes. But love? That wasn’t fully just for me.Even if she loves me... she will never forget me brothe
Veronica's POV:"You cannot keep me in the dark forever," I said. "That is not a sustainable arrangement, Theo. You cannot make decisions about what I am and am not allowed to know about my own situation and then expect me to remain grateful.""Veronica, I need you to stop for a moment...""Don't do that.""You are spiraling... this is not good for your health.""I am not spiraling, I am responding rationally to information I should have been given months ago, and the fact that you are framing my response as spiraling is exactly what I am talking about." I pulled my hands back from his and gripped the armrests of my wheelchair instead."You are doing it right now. You are gaslighting me right now, in real time, while we are having a conversation about the fact that you have been doing it."Theo stood up from his knee and looked down at me."I came to you," I said. "I came to you and Max specifically because I believed you were different. I had a father who controlled every room I walk
Veronica's POV:"Three years ago," he began, "Max and I were at an island party. Private house, small group, people we knew well.We were relaxed in a way we rarely get to be with low security, no formal obligations, just a few days of actual quiet." He paused."That is when we met the Ontario men. That is what they introduced themselves as... Ontario-based businessmen. Investors. The kind of people who turn up at those gatherings occasionally and blend in well enough that you don't immediately question their presence."I said nothing. I kept my hands in my lap and I listened."Max looked at them once and went back to his drink. You know how he is... he never likes buisness and he was pissed off that people were approaching us in times when were supposed to party. He just wanted to enjoy the weekend and ignore whatever pitch was coming."Theo's mouth pressed into a brief, flat line as he said. "But you know me.""You networked," I said."I networked," he said. "Every room I have ever
Veronica's POV:The security guard at the manor gate was a man I had never seen before, which told me they had rotated the staff again.Max did that periodically... shuffled the faces so that no one on the outside could build a reliable pattern.Under normal circumstances I would have appreciated the thoroughness.Standing outside in the evening air in a wheelchair, with Diane hovering anxiously behind me and a surgical blade I had used as a threat still sitting in my coat pocket, I found it considerably less charming."What do you mean I'm not allowed inside?" I asked.The guard was young, broad-shouldered, and wearing the particular expression of someone who had been trained to be immovable and was determined to demonstrate that training regardless of who was standing in front of him. "Mr. Ashford doesn't allow visitors without a prior appointment, ma'am. I'll need to verify clearance before I can open the gate."I stared at him."I am Maximilian Ashford's fiancée," I said, and I li
Veronica's POV:"Well... you're really hard to understand," I confessed;Max only chuckled... that always did strange things to my insides.We took our seats at the table opposite each other, and I immediately noticed the imperfections—the table wobbled when I rested my elbows on it, the chair squea
Veronica's POV:I'd seen Max in many forms by now.The surfer boy playing in waters... The party boy with a drink in hand and that dangerous smile. The bad boy with his tattoos and irreverent attitude.I've seen him even drunk and sick, vulnerable in ways he'd probably hate me remembering.But I nev
Veronica's POV:Let it be tails, I thought desperately as the coin spun through the air, catching the light.It landed with a soft clink on the coffee table.Heads.Theo groaned deeply... as he slumped back against the couch cushions.Max, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He literally jumped up on
Veronica's POV:"Thank you so much," I said to the maid... with genuine gratitude, warming my voice as I gathered my dishes and brought them to the sink.She was already there, rinsing plates under the stream of water in a robotic way...Usually it was only her loading the dishes into the dishwashe







