MasukJessa’s apartment was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that made every second feel longer than it actually was. Jessa stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly and her eyes staring at the skyline though she wasn’t really seeing it. She was thinking. Everything was supposed to be going according to plan but Max Hult’s actions were making it complicated. “Do you think Max Hult is out of his damn mind?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice was sharp, frustrated and almost incredulous. Blaine looked up from his phone, which he’d been lazily scrolling, pretending to appear occupied. “I mean…” He shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “The guy meets her once, and then bam he asks her to marry him. That’s… unusual. Maybe he actually fell in love at first sight.” Jessa whirled around to glare at him. “Love? Blaine, this isn’t a romance movie. The guy doesn’t know her. This isn’t love. This is…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “…reckless, impulsive insanity.” Rico,
Mia returned to her room in a daze, her mind still spinning from everything Max had said in the study. She pushed the door open and froze because the first thing she saw was boxes There were boxes everywhere. Large boxes stacked against the walls, smaller ones lined neatly at the foot of the bed, open cases revealing clothes wrapped in tissue paper, designer bags still inside dust covers, shoes arranged carefully on the floor as they belonged in a showroom. “What…?” Mia whispered completely taken aback by what she was looking at. She was tired of shocking things and had had enough for the day. Melissa stood near the wardrobe, calmly supervising two maids as they arranged the items with practised efficiency. “Place those on the left side,” Melissa said. “And the shoes in rows, please.” Mia cleared her throat, her voice barely steady. “Excuse me… what is going on?” Melissa turned to her, her expression polite but unsurprised. “These are for you,” she said simply. “Mr Hu
“Eat,” Max said, the single word was calm and firm, like her life wasn't literally falling apart because of him. The way he sounded so calm only made Mia feel worse. How could she eat right now? Food was the least of her thoughts. Mia looked down at the plate in front of her, her appetite completely gone despite the delicious smell rising from the food. Her stomach betrayed her with a quiet growl, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten properly since the day before. She hated that he noticed. “I’m not hungry,” she muttered, though the lie felt weak even to her own ears. Max didn’t argue. He simply stood up, walked over, pulled out the chair across from her, and sat down, folding his hands on the table as he watched her patiently. “You are,” he said evenly. “Eat.” Something in his tone told her resisting was pointless. With a resigned sigh, Mia picked up her fork and began to eat slowly. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the faint clink of cu
“I know it came as a shock,” Max said calmly. “I will explain what I mean tomorrow. Just think about it for now.” Before Mia could say another word, he stood up and walked out of the study, leaving her frozen in place, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.___ Max stood on the spacious balcony of his room, the cool morning air brushing against his skin. In his hand was an old ring box, worn at the edges with time. He opened it slowly and stared at the diamond ring inside. It gleamed softly under the sunlight. She was going to be its new owner. What would his mother have said if she were here? he wondered. She would have probably flicked his forehead and told him he was out of his mind. A faint, sad smile tugged at his lips. His plan was finally in motion. All he needed now was for her to agree._____ Mia sat on the edge of the bed, still dazed and completely unsettled by what Max had asked of her. “Marry him,” she muttered under her breath, running both hands throu
Mia was led down another long hallway, her heart pounding harder with every step. The maid stopped in front of a large wooden door and knocked once before opening it. “Sir,” the maid said softly. Mia stepped inside. The first thing she noticed was a man... He was standing near the desk, a tablet in his hand, his posture stiff. The moment his eyes landed on her, they sharpened with interest. Curiosity flickered across his face as he studied her openly, like he was trying to piece something together. Her stomach tightened because of the way he was looking at her... Max stood behind his desk, his sleeves rolled up, his expression unreadable. The room was silent, heavy, lined with shelves of books and dark wood furniture. It felt intimidating, serious and final. “Leave us,” Max said calmly. The man blinked, clearly surprised. “Sir..." “I said leave,” Max repeated, his tone firm. The man hesitated for a brief second, his eyes flicking back to Mia, then to Max. Finally
Mia didn’t touch the food. She sat there for what felt like forever, staring at the untouched plate in front of her, her stomach twisted into tight knots. The smell of food that had once made her mouth water now made her feel sick. Her heart wouldn’t slow down, her thoughts racing far too fast for her to keep up with it. She was afraid she would pass out because of how anxious she was and it didn't help that she kept thinking that Max Hult who walk back into the room at any seconds. Each time she heard footsteps her heart sank and it only got worse as time passed. She was sure her knees would have gave out already if she were standing. Melissa noticed everything, she noticed the way Mia’s eyes kept darting to the door and how anxious she looked. Her face kept growing paler as seconds passed and it was hard to overlook when Mia looked like she could pass out at any second. She had been moving quietly around the dining room, pretending not to watch, but Mia could feel her eyes on







