Maximus Wallace, a billionaire at the age of thirty. He rose from being miserable to being the richest bachelor. At his age he thought where would he leave all his fortune. He's an orphan and he can't stay in a relationship because all the woman he dated was just after his money. So in order to prevent him from marrying a gold digger he just look for a surrogate who will carry his heir/heiress. He put out an advertisement and soon enough lots of women are flooding in front of Wallace Empire Corp. Winona Taylor, an average woman working two to three jobs to make ends meet happened to hear the advertisement of Maximus Wallace wanting a child. She suddenly look at the adorable tiny human that looks so much like him. Surrogate no more because she will bring him his heir.
View MoreNo one threw parties like Maximus Wallace. Not in Midtown section of Manhattan, not in the '80s, and certainly not in 1986—the year he decided to throw his most opulent bash yet: The Electric Ball.
His empire, a gleaming modernist fortress perched on the heart of New York, pulsed with color from the city lights. The entire Wallace mansion had been transformed into a time capsule—if the capsule were built from pure cocaine dreams and limitless cash. Spotlights cut through the night sky, casting beams across the manicured lawn where chrome panthers prowled, and a full-sized neon-lit replica of the Back to the Future DeLorean rotated slowly on a glass pedestal.
Limousines purred up the drive in a constant stream. Out stepped socialites, pop stars, Wall Street titans, and European royalty—each wrapped in satin, sequins, and smugness. Men in pastel Armani suits with pushed-up sleeves walked beside women whose shoulder pads looked like weapons. A few guests showed up as their favorite 80s icons—one hedge fund manager came dressed as Bowie in Labyrinth, complete with crystal ball.
Inside, Wallace had spared no expense. The ballroom was lit like a nightclub, but layered with old-world decadence: Baccarat chandeliers flickered in rhythm with pulsing synth bass, and walls of video monitors played a looping montage of MTV classics, Reagan speeches, and digital art that could cause seizures if you stared too long. A custom-built floor-to-ceiling disco ball reflected a thousand versions of every guest, each flash of light a different decade.
Maximus made his entrance around ten, descending a staircase like a crowned prince, clad in a white armani tuxedo. He didn’t speak. He just raised his champagne glass and grinned—he was already high on his own myth.
On the main dance floor, the crowd surged to the beat of a surprise set by Grace Jones, who emerged from a fog of dry ice riding a white stallion. Somewhere in the back lounges, models and moguls whispered lines of powdered ambition on mirrored tabletops. Someone lit a hundred-dollar bill just to light a cigar. There were rumors that Prince might perform later—Maximus had sent his private jet.
Maximus went to the stage and raised his hand holding the champagne—that’s when the music stops and all the people gathered in the middle to hear him talk.
“Good evening, everyone,” he paused and smiled. “I just want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for being here tonight. Your presence means more than you know—not just to me, but to the journey we’ve all taken together or in parallel.” He took a deep breath before continuing.
“This isn’t just a celebration of milestones or wealth—it’s a celebration of relationships, hard work and the people who believed when belief wasn’t easy. I’ve always said success is never a solo act. Behind every deal, every risk, every breakthrough—there are people. People who inspire, challenge, support, and sometimes even question us—and that’s how it goes. Cheers to lasting connections and continued partnerships. Thank you, and enjoy the rest of the evening.” He drank the wine straight and went down on the stage. People gave him a round of applause but he didn’t appreciate it because they are all a bunch of hypocrite predator.
Maximus went to his office to be alone. Being in a crowd gave him a headache. He poured bourbon in his glass and drink it straight when Brent Williams—his right hand came in. Brent is with him since day one. When he was struggling with his business and now that he’s a Billionaire.
“What?” he asked sternly.
“Nothing. I just want to check on you. Do you need anything?” he asked.
“Get someone here now. I want to be entertained while everyone was doing their shit,” he demanded. Brent nodded and left him.
After a few minutes someone knock in the glass door and a woman in red cocktail dress went inside. He can’t see her face because of the mask and the light was dim.
“How will you entertain me?” he asked while pouring liquor in his glass.
“I-I can dance…” she answered with a hint of innocence in her beautiful but nervous voice.
“You better be good because I’ll pay you a hefty amount,” he sat on the couch and stared at the stranger in front of him.
Maximus felt a surge of electricity when the woman started dancing. From how she moved her hips and her cleavage kept on moving closer to his face. He can’t help but to grab her and the next thing he knew he was kissing her. The woman tried to push him away but he’s strong and he likes that she’s resisting.
Maximus nibbled her ear while his hand was busy with one of her temples.
“P-please, stop, Mister Wallace,” she pleaded in her weak voice. But he didn’t listen to her. In his mind he will just pay her a large sum. He just needs to release the heat inside him.
Everything happened so fast and before Maximus can process everything—the woman stormed out of his office. She even forgot her pumps. He ran to chase her—half naked and he’s zipping his pants when he saw Brent.
“Where is the woman?” he asked panting.
Brent’s eyebrow creased in confusion. “What? Who? I came here to tell you that I can’t find anyone to entertain you,” he answered.
Now, he’s also confused. If Brent is not the one who sent her, then who? How did she end up in his office? He massaged his temple and turned his back to go back in his office.
“Did something happen, Maximus?” he asked.
“No. Nothing. Just go downstairs. Make sure the party is going on smoothly,” he answered.
By 3 a.m., people were dancing barefoot in the fountains. Helicopters hovered overhead, filming for posterity, or perhaps just for Maximus’ private archive. He liked to rewatch his own parties, like some people rewatch war documentaries.
No one knew how much the night cost—rumors ranged from three to eight million. But money wasn’t the point. Power was. Image was. And in that moment, bathed in neon and synth, Maximus Wallace was the wealthiest bachelor in New york that never cared how it ended, only how brightly it burned.
Winona’s POV“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?” Brent’s voice broke the silence.The elevator ride felt endless as we ascended toward the top floor where Maximus’s office was.I glanced at him briefly before fixing my eyes on my own reflection in the elevator doors. “The truth is, I don’t know either. My manager just told me to come,” I answered softly.Now that I was trapped in this small space with Brent, there was no escaping him. It had been a while since we last saw each other. Ever since I asked him to stop courting me, he never came back, never reached out. I’d felt guilty about it, but I knew it was for his own good.And now… I wasn’t sure if he knew about what was going on between me and his boss. Brent was Max’s right hand, privy to every order, every move.“How’s your relationship with Max?” he asked suddenly.That was when I realized—he knew nothing. I tilted my head up, searching his face, and it was clear as day. He was waiting for my answer.I hesitated, t
Winona’s POVI had no idea what went through the hotel manager’s mind when he sent me to Maximus Wallace’s company.I lifted my gaze to the towering building of Wallace Empire Corporation, hesitating between stepping forward or turning back. The manager hadn’t been clear—he didn’t even explain why I needed to be here.Taking a deep breath, I glanced down at my knee-length skirt, then at the fitted pink blouse hugging my frame. At least I looked presentable today, I thought with relief.Despite my doubts, I forced my steps toward the entrance. It was my first time inside, and I felt almost unworthy to set foot on the gleaming marble floor. My lips parted in awe as I took everything in. The place radiated wealth, power, and prestige. Crystal chandeliers sparkled like diamonds, catching the sunlight that streamed through the glass walls.The clicking of my heels only amplified the pounding in my chest as I approached the front desk, where a man and woman stood assisting guests. Above the
Winona’s POV.I woke up by the soft kisses that I felt in my face. I also hear someone giggling near my ear. But apart from it, I felt a strong arm wrapping around my waist and a warm breath on my neck. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted my sight to the light then I roamed my sight around. I saw Mason on my left.“Good morning, baby,” I greeted and smiled at him.“Daddy’s still sleeping, mommy,” he giggled and pointed on my right.I felt a surge of electricity when I realized who’s hugging me. I slowly turned to look at Maximus who’s still sleeping like a baby. I can smell his manly scent. My face turned red and I gently removed his arm—scared that I might wake him up and he will see our position.“Will you help mommy, baby?” I whispered.Mason laughed and stood up. I thought he will help me but he just jumped on the bed. That’s when I heard Maximus groaned and buried his face in my neck. I froze and I held my breath.“M-Maximus, can you move? I-I can’t breathe…” I lied.“Hm,” he re
Winona’s POV.I don’t know how long I was staring at them. All I know is I can’t take my eyes off them. God knows how I long for this moment to happen. Seeing them cuddling under the blanket made my heart melt.I turned my back on them and went to the kitchen to make some coffee—and to hide the tears that’s about to fall off my eyes. I don’t care if he’s poor or rich. I just want him beside our son to watch him grow up.I almost spilled my coffee when I heard him speak behind me. “He’s already asleep,” he said.He’s standing on the entrance of the kitchen, leaning while crossing his arms across his chest. His only wearing his white long sleeve tucked above his elbow. He seemed a little flashed, maybe because of the poor ventilation in our house. We don’t have aircon and our space is small compared to his mansion.“A-Alright,” I replied briefly and hold the cup with both of my hands. I was waiting for him to speak again but he just stared at me. I felt conscious with how I look. I was
Winona’s POV.I was just staring at him drinking the cheap instant coffee that I gave him. I don’t know if he’s just being polite or he really like its taste. We’ve been sitting in the living room for almost half an hour now and he didn’t utter a word since then.“I bet you didn’t come here just to drink coffee? Can you just tell me what you came here for so you can leave? It’s 1am and I need to rest—”“Live with me,” he cut me off.My mouth gaped open after hearing what he said. Is he drunk or hallucinating? Or I’m the one hallucinating?“A-Are you stoned?” I stuttered and stood up in front of him.He put down the cup on the center table and cleared his throat. “I’m serious. I-I-I…” he paused and buried his face in his palm. I can hear his heavy sigh.“I-I think you should leave,” I stated.“I-I want you to move in with me,” he blurted out and look at me straight in the eye.I scoffed. My knees felt weak and so I sat back down. “A-Are you playing a joke on me? The first time we saw e
Maximus’ POV.I HEARD everything she said from the CCTV that my guy installed in her apartment. I’m still outside the apartment building. There’s nothing I can do there but I can’t leave My mind is telling me to leave but there’s something inside me that does not agree.It’s been a while since I keep surveillance to their every move and I can’t find anything suspicious. I hired a private investigator to dig deep on her past and all they can find is she have an alcoholic mom and a very miserable life. But he can’t see it in her. She’s bubbly and optimistic. Something that he doesn’t possess. He has everything and yet he doesn’t see himself genuinely happy.I watched as she took the kid in the bathtub and they took a bath together. Suddenly I felt hard in between my thighs. She’s not totally naked but she’s sending my body into total havoc. I’m flushed all of a sudden.I shut down the tablet and told the driver to drive home. As soon as the driver stopped the car I stormed out and run t
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