Chapter 92 You're Embarrassing Me

Everyone was surprised, Ricardo practically froze for a moment.

"I warned you; you are wretched, unhappy... I warned you and you didn't listen to me..." Maximo growled, wielding the weapon at Ricardo.

"I... Lord... Hey... Collins..." Richard stammered, raising his hands slowly, as surprised as he was frightened.

- You hurt my spouse, you disobeyed me, and you are going to pay dearly ... - Maximo said without cleaving looking at him frowning.

"Mr. Collins..." groaned Ricardo, swallowing thickly, trembling, closing his eyes when he noticed Maximo's determination.

"Max..." Isabella muttered, approaching her spouse, while speaking to him in a tone full of sweetness.

"They tried to hurt you..." Maximo growled at Isabella, without turning to look at her, because he knew that she would give in as soon as he met her eyes.

"But they didn't, look at me, honey..." Isabella insisted, getting closer.

"This is just something dirty, Max... I'm fine, I'm safe... Safe and sound. Isabella was already at his side, putting a hand on her spouse's, trying to calm him down.

Maximo pursed his lips in a line, his hard and intense gaze softened when he saw the tranquility in Isabella's eyes. Finally, he lowered the weapon, though his hand trembled slightly.

"It's okay..." Maximo murmured, his voice full of frustration and concern. "But it doesn't end here.

Ricardo, still trembling, looked at Isabella with a mixture of relief and terror. The tension in the room was palpable, and Maximo's presence, though calmer, was still a threat.

Maximo finally turned to his spouse and looked into her eyes, it was very difficult to hold back the tears and the lump in his throat, but he did it. He was afraid, he was very afraid to imagine the possibility of losing her, his spouse, who had become his greatest treasure.

But Isabella was already in front of him, she was there, safe, healthy, and alive. An indescribable feeling of warmth overwhelmed Máximo from the depths of his chest, making him forget for a moment, the anger and fear.

The young woman gently took her spouse's arm, in which he carried the weapon, and slowly lowered it. Ricardo dropped to his knees on the ground, relieved that the gun was no longer pointed at his forehead.

Isabella was sure that Maximo would not hurt Ricardo, her spouse only had a fit of rage, but he was not that kind of man, he would not shoot Ricardo, of that Isabella had no doubt.

Ricardo held his chest, trying to catch his breath and composure, as he realized that Isabella, his niece, the girl he despised and treated as homeless, had saved his life twice in a single day, even after all he had done to her.

The guilt fell on him like a bucket of cold water.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Ricardo knelt down, putting his hands on the floor. "Mr. Collins, please spare my life..." Isabella, I beg you, forgive me for everything I did and thank you... Thank you so much for saving me.

"To save him?" Maximo asked, surprised.

"I...

"Yes, sir, Isabella saved me... My brother, Héctor and I, had planned to lock her in the office... Ricardo swallowed thick and took a deep breath, filling himself with courage. He looked down at the floor, full of fear at Maximo's reaction, but decided to face the situation once and for all. - But Héctor locked me up with Isabella, betrayed me and she saved me...

"Were you planning to burn her alive?!" Maximus shouted, causing a shudder in all those present. "You bastard, you wretch! It would be very easy to finish you off and no one would notice, no one would notice..." Maximo spat contemptuously at Ricardo, who was still kneeling on the ground, feeling smaller and smaller. "With all my money and power, which you will never have, disappearing you would only mean for me, giving a couple of orders and five minutes of my time..." That's how insignificant they are, and they don't understand it..." Maximo's voice sounded hoarse and hoarse.

 "However, if something bad happened to Isabella, the whole city would burn, because I would burn it down myself, disappear it to the ground, I would do everything for her and make you pay... Don't you see the difference here?" You think you own everything, because you grow up with money, but she, who grew up with nothing, is the owner of the world, of my world! - Máximo said with authority, pointing to his chest. "Isabella is the head of the Sinclair family and the spouse of Maxim Collins, and you are but pawns in our world!" Or they were...

The sirens began to sound calling everyone's attention, patrol cars, riot trucks, firefighters, tactical equipment, ambulances, practically an entire army arrived.

"Max..." Isabella called him, surprised by the number of cars with sirens that arrived. "The police..." The young woman detailed the gun that her spouse was carrying in his hand.

"I know, I called them myself..." Máximo answered, showing his air of superiority, without putting the weapon away.

Suddenly, a man who was in the guard house at the entrance of the mansion and who was obviously an accomplice of Héctor and Ricardo, ran towards the approaching patrol cars, the subject was walking crookedly.

"Help! Help! That man shot me! The subject shouted while pointing to Máximo in the distance.

"Did you shoot someone?" Isabella asked, her eyes wide open.

"It was in self-defense..." Maximo shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened, leaving Isabella perplexed. - He didn't want to let me pass and he got a little aggressive...

"Max!

"I just scratched it..." Maximus clarified solemnly. - I'm an expert in shooting and self-defense, the guy got in my way...

Then they saw how the injured man was apprehended by a group of policemen, while other uniformed men ran into the house.

The respective heads of each department approached Máximo to protect him and take statements.

Héctor was treated and taken to a clinic, he was already fainting, while he was guarded by several police officers. Isabella, Máximo, and Isaac told everything that happened in great detail.

Ricardo even gave his statement, and then was handcuffed, because, although Héctor would receive trial for what he did adding the death of Isabella's father, Ricardo would be tried for attempted murder against his niece.

Just as they were about to put Ricardo in the patrol car, Aiden arrived at the mansion, along with Emily and Margaret, who could not believe everything that had happened.

That woman who was always strong, authoritarian, and proud, seemed to have collapsed, when she saw the state of her children, of her house, her eyes filled with tears.

Not only had a wing of the mansion in which she had lived been destroyed, from where she kept all the memories of her life, of her family, but also, Margaret felt that she lost her children, her three children.

"Aiden, me..." Ricardo tried to explain, but Aiden's punch knocked him down completely.

"You wretch! I always thought you were a cold and arrogant man, but I never believed that..." Aiden clenched his fists, unable to continue, indignation overwhelmed him. Máximo had already given her a summary of what happened.

"I'm sorry, son. Ricardo murmured, enduring the pain of the blow with all the dignity he could.

"No! It's not true, you're not sorry, you were just discovered..." Aiden, his eyes reddened, blurted out angrily. - You lived your whole life with luxuries and boasts, leading an existence that only a few can, but that was not enough... Why did they need more? Was it so important to keep all the power to kill an innocent young woman?

“I... I was wrong...

- Were you wrong? And by mistake you were going to take someone's life? Aiden smiled wryly. "You know what?" I came to feel sorry for Máximo when I learned everything his father did... But now I think mine is worse... I'm ashamed of you.

Aiden spun on his heels, leaving Ricardo stunned as a police officer pushed him into the patrol car.

"Collins, I apologize for what my father did..." Aiden approached Maximo.

- Did you have anything to do with this? Maximo asked without looking at him, more focused on watching his spouse from a distance, while Isabella tried to console her grandmother.

- No, but...

"Then it is better that you say nothing," said Maximus, and both men remained silent, contemplating the scene between Isabella and Margaret.

"I'll talk to grandma." You probably don't want to move to another of our houses on the outskirts of the city... I'll tell you to stay a few days in my apartment, while the mansion is remodeled...

"That will take a long time..." Maximo murmured without taking his eyes off the two women, watching Isabella embrace Margaret.

"Yes, I know, but..." Aiden began to say, when he saw, perplexed, how Maximo walked away, leaving him talking to himself.

"Mrs. Sinclair..." Máximo called.

"Yes?" Margaret looked up, trying to look dignified.

"I think it's time to leave." Isabella and you should rest...

"Sure..." The woman took a deep breath. "I'll ask for my things to be gathered and for the time being, I'll stay in a suite..."

"Mrs. Margaret..." Máximo called her, and both women looked at him strangely, because he always called her by her surname. "It would be an honor for me if you would spend some time in our apartment...

"What?" Margaret frowned.

"While the mansion is being remodeled..."

- No, I couldn't...

"Mrs. Margaret..." Maximo approached very seriously. “In a few months, Isabella will give birth and, although we have people to help us, it is always good to have someone experienced... We don't know anything about babies, and the truth is that I would feel calmer if you advised and supported us..." Maximo nodded, leaving Margaret thoughtful for a moment.

"Okay, I accept..." said the woman, with a small grimace of satisfaction.

"Thank you, Mrs. Margaret.

"You... Maximum.

Isabella felt her soul return to her body, the young woman felt calmer knowing that she could accompany her grandmother in a moment as difficult as the one that was to come and it was all thanks to her spouse, because it was certain that Máximo had made that offer for her.

A new scandal awoke, a trial against the Sinclair brothers, which left the entire city stunned, after many extensions and several weeks between evidence and witnesses, both brothers were convicted.

What kind of people were those billionaire families? How many secrets and ambitions were they hiding? People murmured in the streets.

But like any storm, over time the rumors and gossip passed, while an aura of tranquility surrounded the remaining members of the families.

And so, time flew by until the most awaited moment arrived, the arrival of the new heir.