Isabella grabbed the phone and dialled a number she knew would be more than willing to comply. "It's time," she said in a low but brutal voice.
"Are you sure about this?" came a voice on the other end.Isabella's smile got bigger. "Of course. Maxwell has everything he wants right now, but it won't last long. I've already set the scene. It's his time to fall.She could sense the excitement of it—this would be the end of his well-built empire. He would never see it coming.Someone knocked on the door and broke her train of thought. When she opened it, she saw one of her assistants standing there with a folder in hand. The assistant gave the last piece of evidence and remarked, "Everything's ready."Isabella's fingers skimmed over the files, and her smile grew as she read what was inside. "Good." We need to make sure that Maxwell thinks this is the end of all he cares about.Isabella closed her office door as the assistant left. SheThe air was thick with tension as Sophia approached the cold, antiseptic jail walls. Every beat of her heart was louder than the last. She had convinced herself a hundred times that it was best to leave Maxwell. But here she was, unable to resist the attraction, with waves of emotion pouring over her. She needed to see him. She needed to know if he was indeed the man she had loved. Her breath froze in her throat as she walked into the visiting room. Maxwell stood across from her, handcuffed and looking angry, sorry, and something much deeper. When their eyes met, it felt like time stopped for a second. "Sophia..." Maxwell's voice was rough and strained. He tried to get up, but the chains rattled when he moved, which made it hard for him to move. She paused still in the doorway, her eyes taking in the sight of him. When she left, he wasn't the man she had in mind. This wasn't the Maxwell who was strong and driven. This was a broken man, not the
Isabella grabbed the phone and dialled a number she knew would be more than willing to comply. "It's time," she said in a low but brutal voice."Are you sure about this?" came a voice on the other end.Isabella's smile got bigger. "Of course. Maxwell has everything he wants right now, but it won't last long. I've already set the scene. It's his time to fall.She could sense the excitement of it—this would be the end of his well-built empire. He would never see it coming.Someone knocked on the door and broke her train of thought. When she opened it, she saw one of her assistants standing there with a folder in hand. The assistant gave the last piece of evidence and remarked, "Everything's ready."Isabella's fingers skimmed over the files, and her smile grew as she read what was inside. "Good." We need to make sure that Maxwell thinks this is the end of all he cares about.Isabella closed her office door as the assistant left. She
Sophia sat on the edge of the couch, the pale light of the city street streaming through the blinds. Her flat felt like it was too empty. The silence was heavy, the kind that made her bones ache. She had never felt so alone. She glanced at her phone, which briefly lit up as it rested on the coffee table. The resonance that always makes my heart ache. Maxwell was the name that tormented her every waking moment. She didn't want to acknowledge it, but his absence was hard for her. She longed to call him and hear his voice, but fear and pride held her from moving. She felt a deep pain in her heart as memories of their time together came flooding back. His touch. The way he looked at her with his eyes, as if she were the only one there. How could he do this to me? Her hand shook a little as she grabbed for the phone. She was just about to unlock it when a strong surge of doubt hit her. What would she say? How could she trust him after all that? Sop
"Come in," Maxwell said, his voice hoarse and straining. Clayton Montgomery came inside as the door cracked open. The sneer on his lips showed that he was sure of himself. He shut the door behind him and looked around the room with a predatory glimmer in his eyes. "Maxwell," Clayton said with a frigid smile and a voice full of confidence. "I thought I'd find you here, wallowing in your sadness." Maxwell's eyes furrowed as he stood up, forcing himself to meet Clayton's eyes. "What do you want, Clayton?" He meant for his words to be softer than they were. Clayton leaned against the doorframe and murmured, "I'm here to help you." He wasn't in a rush; he was comfortable, but his eyes were sharp, looking at Maxwell with a calculating look. "I've been keeping an eye on how things are going for you, and it's clear that this isn't how it's supposed to end." Maxwell's fists were clenched because he was in so much pain. "I didn't need your hel
Maxwell slumped in his chair, the gloomy lighting in his office creating shadows on his drawn face. The room was so quiet that the sound of his glass hitting the desk was the only thing that disturbed the silence. He took another swallow and felt the liquor settle in his chest, where it burned. The ache inside him was like a knife that twisted with every thought of Sophia. He couldn't stop the pain from her absence. The room was a disaster. Papers were all over the floor, and the desk, which had previously been clean, was now full of empty bottles. Maxwell didn't care. He was overwhelmed by memories of her, their love, and the trust that had been broken. He cursed beneath his breath and slammed the glass so hard that the liquid spilt over the side. His hands shook as anger and sadness coursed through his body. He shut his eyes, but all he could see was her face. She looked sad and disappointed. He was to blame. Every bit of it. "I've lost ever
"Sophia," Maxwell said, his voice low and full of imploring. "We need to talk." Sophia turned slowly, and her eyes met his with a look that ripped through him. At first, she didn't say anything. She looked at him as if she were considering every word and every action he made. "Do we?" she finally said, her voice tight. "You've made your choices, Maxwell. I have made my. Maxwell's heart raced. "Please, Sophia—" "I've heard enough," she said, crossing her arms in scorn. "You've hurt me more than I ever thought you could." You think you can just come back into my life and fix everything? Maxwell stepped forward, his voice shaking with emotion. "I know I've done things wrong. But I'm here now. I want a chance to fix things. "To make us right." Her lips trembled and she shook her head gently. "You can't change what happened in the past, Maxwell. A few words can't fix everything. He moved closer to her and reached out t