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Chapter 43- The promise that binds us
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Maxwell’s POVThe sound came again—measured, deliberate. Heels on marble, echoing like a clock counting down to ruin.Amelia pressed herself against the wall, her breathing shallow, the doll crushed in her arms. I wanted to tell her not to move, speak, or even breathe. But the truth was, my own body felt locked in place. The air was no longer air—it was poison, thick with her presence.Victoria.I stepped forward, every muscle coiled, my chest straining against the weight pressing into it. The door creaked as it shifted, a sliver wider, as though the house welcomed her.“Stay here,” I muttered, not daring to look at Amelia. My voice was gravelly, scraped raw.Her hand shot out, grabbing my sleeve. Her nails dug into the fabric, sharp with desperation. “Don’t leave me.” Maxwell….I should have shaken her off, steadied myself, gone out there alone. But the truth was, I didn’t want her to release me. Her grip, fragile and trembling, was the only thing tethering me to the ground.The foot
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 48– The Game Begins
Maxwell’s POV The air in the house felt poisoned. Amelia’s cries had shaken the walls, but it was the silence afterward that sank its claws into me. The silence wasn’t empty; it was alive, a suffocating weight pressing into every corner of the room. I shut the door to my office, pressing my palms against the desk to steady myself. My chest was heavy, my pulse a constant drumbeat in my ears, loud enough that I swore it could be heard through the walls. I told myself to think. To strategize. To be strong. To be the man who never faltered. Yet my hands betrayed me. They shook as I raked them through my hair, tugging hard, as if pain might steady me. But it didn’t. The tremor in my fingers wouldn’t stop. My composure—the shield I’d carried for years—was cracking. Then I saw it. An envelope. It lay on the rug near the door, pale against the dark wood. A foreign object in a room that should have been mine alone. No sound had warned me of its arrival. No footsteps on the marble. No
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 47- In the Shadows
Amelia’s POV Silence.It was the silence that woke me. The house was never this quiet in the morning—not with Lila around. Usually, I’d hear the soft patter of her feet, the creak of her door as she tried to sneak into mine, or her little hums as she dressed her doll.But today, there was nothing.A chill ran through me as I slipped out of bed. My bare feet hit the cold floor, and an unease I couldn’t name twisted inside me. I pulled my robe tighter around me and crossed the hall to Lila’s room.“Lila?” I whispered, pushing the door open.The bed was empty. Sheets thrown aside. The window—half open. Her doll lay on the floor, discarded, its head twisted at an odd angle.My stomach dropped.“Lila!” My voice cracked as I rushed inside, yanking open her wardrobe, peering under the bed, checking every corner though I knew—I knew—she wasn’t there.My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe.“Maxwell!” I screamed, stumbling back into the hallway. “Maxwell!”He appeared from his office
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 46 - The war between me and Amelia
Maxwell’s pov Patience was supposed to be my strength. But patience with Amelia was wearing into something sharper, rawer, every day. The house had become a battlefield. Every conversation with her seemed to circle back to one subject—Lila. And though I wanted to believe we were fighting on the same side, the way Amelia looked at me now, like I was the enemy, made my chest burn with equal parts anger and guilt. Tonight was no different. “You’re avoiding it again,” she said, her voice clipped as she stood in the doorway of my office. “You bury yourself in papers and strategy like this is some merger you can outwit. Meanwhile, Victoria’s tearing her down piece by piece. Don’t you see it, Maxwell?” I didn’t look up from the file I was scanning, because if I did, I might say something I couldn’t take back. “I see it. Every damn day.” “Then why don’t you do something?” Her voice broke, fierce and trembling. “She’s eight years old. Eight. Do you know what she asked me this mornin
The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride Chapter 45 – Silent Battles
Maxwell’s POVPatience. Everyone said it was my strength. Colleagues called it discipline, enemies called it arrogance, and Victoria—back when she still pretended to love me—used to call it coldness.But patience was never cold. It was heat buried under iron. Rage chained so tightly that people mistook it for calm.And right now, that chain was breaking.Every time I looked at Lila, I saw another piece of her fading. The spark in her eyes shrinking. The way she hesitated before speaking, as if she had to rehearse the words in her head first, terrified of saying the wrong thing. She was only a child, but Victoria was teaching her how to disappear.It was killing me.And it killed me worse that Amelia thought I was letting it happen.⸻The memory of last night in the kitchen still stung—Amelia’s eyes burning with fury, her voice raw as she accused me of standing by, of doing nothing. She thought I was blind, or worse, indifferent. She didn’t know that every cruel word Victoria spat at L
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