The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH]

No 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 i

Winona’s POV.“What? You are jobless now?” Wanda exclaimed. She told Marti that she just lost her job in the diner and she didn’t expect her mom to be there. She just went home and she can smell the liquor coming from her. “How would you support Mason now—and me?” she grumbled and walked towards their direction.“I’m looking for a new job now, mom,” she sighed.“You better find a new job.” Wanda violently stroked her cheek causing her to turn her face away from her direction.“For God’s sake, you are drunk again, Wanda. Just go to your room and sleep. Stop pestering your daughter,” Marti stated and gently pushed Wanda away.“Bitch!” she hissed at her before walking away like nothing happened while Marti just rolled her eyes.Winona fix her hair and heaved out a heavy sigh. Marti caressed her back to—maybe lessen the pain she’s feeling. Her mom despised her no apparent reason. She just grew up and got used to her temper. But sometimes she can’t help but to question if she’s really her

Maximus POV.Brent and Maximus drove for almost an hour to the biggest casino in New York—not for gambling but to talk to someone important. He got out of his Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire-Droptail—it’s just one of the most expensive cars that he had in his collection. The valet quickly run to greet him and to get the key. Brent also got out and handed the key to the valet and they enter the casino together.“Are you playing?” Brent asked while roaming his sight around.“No, we are here to talk to Mr. Jones,” he answered without looking at him. Wherever they look there are slots machines and people grinning because they won and some who almost cried because they lost. Maximus can’t understand why people went to this kind of place for leisure. They won’t even be fulfilled because they are spending money for nothing.“Where should we look for him?” Brent wondered.“Mr. Jones, loves card games,” he answered briefly while resting his hands on his back.“Then we should go straight to the secon

Maximus’ POV.A renowned real estate, tech, finance, CEO Maximus Wallace was looking for a surrogate mother to bear his heir. It was all in the news and was made headline in the newspaper. The famous and good-looking bachelor wants a child but not a wife. That’s what other said in their news report.Since the news came out everyone was swarming in front of the Wallace Empire building waving their application letter. The PR Team added a hefty amount of money for whoever passed the application. But along the said announcement came the release of various issues regarding him and the company.Maximus was watching in the fourth floor of the finance department. He wants to see how many women was dying to be his baby mommy. He made it clear to the PR team that she wants a woman age twenty-one to thirty-two. Has a healthy medical background and a good family background is a plus. He will provide anything necessary as soon as they started the in-vitro fertilization. The HR team was starting th

Maximus’ POV.“Max, have you seen the news,” Brent said breathlessly when he went to the office. After that he showed her the livestream news on his phone.The Manhattan TribuneJuly 13, 2025 / Breaking News Akihiro Taka, 42, a data security specialist contracted by Wallace Empire Corporation, was found dead late Saturday night inside his black Bentley Bentayga EWB Mulliner, parked near East 57th Street.Police sources confirmed Taka’s death is being treated as an apparent suicide, citing evidence of carbon monoxide poisoning. A handwritten note was discovered on the passenger seat, though authorities have yet to release its contents.The discovery comes just days after Wallace Empire Corporation—a multi-billion-dollar real estate, tech, finance conglomerate—suffered a major data breach affecting high-profile clients worldwide.While official statements suggest Taka’s, death was a personal tragedy unrelated to his professional role, unnamed sources within the NYPD Cyber Crimes Divisi