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The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH] THIRTY-FIVE
Winona’s POVA few hours later, Mason was finally transferred to a private room, and the doctor assured me he was out of danger. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. But even as I sat there, it wasn’t just his recovery weighing on my mind—it was the hospital bills. I didn’t have health insurance, and I hadn’t realized until too late that my son had been moved to such an expensive room, where every night cost a fortune.The doctor said we could go home the next morning. Maximus had already left for an urgent meeting, though he promised he’d be back. I exhaled deeply and gently brushed Mason’s hair as he slept.He was still on oxygen, but his breathing was steady, and he was resting peacefully.My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. When I turned, I saw an older woman in a maid’s uniform. My brows furrowed as I tried to place where I had seen her before.“Master Max sent me to help you take care of the child,” she said as she stepped into the room.I blinked, then nod
The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH] THIRTY-FOUR
Winona’s POV.The moment I stepped inside the apartment, I was greeted by thick smoke. I immediately started coughing at the suffocating stench as I hurried into the living room.“Ma…!” I called out, but froze in shock at the sight before me. Mason was sitting on the floor watching TV, while Francisco lounged on the sofa, puffing on marijuana. My mother was leaning comfortably against his shoulder, scrolling on her phone.“For God’s sake, Ma! How can you let Mason inhale all this smoke?” I screamed hysterically as I scooped my son into my arms. In a fit of rage, I kicked the center table where Francisco’s beer and other things were scattered.They both jumped to their feet in surprise.“It’s not like your kid is the one smoking! What the hell are you yelling about?” my mother snapped back.Tears welled in my eyes, the pain and anger crashing down on me all at once.“And why are you home so early? Weren’t you supposed to be out until later?” she deflected as they scrambled to gather th
The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH] THIRTY-THREE
Winona’s POVEven now, I’m still trembling from the tension after what happened between me and Vivienne. I’m in the staff lounge, trying to calm myself down. Brent is still here, talking with my supervisor.My chest tightens with a mix of anger and betrayal. Why is it only now that I realize Maximus is behind all of this—the reason I have a stable job and a high salary?From the very beginning, he has been manipulating me. He’s taking control over my life.I suddenly stood up, drawing in deep breaths, my chest rising and falling with the weight of my fury. But I forced myself to keep it together.After that, I walked over to where Brent and my supervisor were talking. They both turned to me with puzzled expressions.“Sir, I’m resigning from my job effective immediately. I’m sorry,” I said quietly, lowering my head. Shame washed over me, and I knew it was all because of Maximus.“Wait, Taylor—you can’t just resign like this. We can still fix this,” my supervisor interjected. I could de
The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH] THIRTY-TWO
Winona’s POVDays had passed since my conversation with Maximus in his penthouse, yet his words lingered in my mind. I was still weighing the decisions I had to make.I was at the hotel now, on my break, walking toward the housekeeping department to meet Marti so we could have lunch together.As I walked, I noticed the stares of the other employees—curious, almost meaningful. They whispered among themselves, and I couldn’t tell if it was me they were talking about. Whenever I caught someone’s eye, they’d quickly look away or leave in a hurry.I tried to shrug it off, convincing myself I was just overthinking. They didn’t even know me, and I didn’t know them.When I arrived at the housekeeping department, Marti was just stepping out with her lunchbox. I smiled immediately when I saw her.“I’m starving. Good thing our breaks lined up,” I said, looping my arm through hers. But she didn’t smile back. Her face was serious, and she stayed quiet.“Is something wrong?” I asked as we headed to
The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH] THIRTY-ONE
Maximus’ POVWinona had long since left, yet I remained on the terrace, a glass of rum in hand. I kept replaying our conversation in my head—her accusations that I would use our son for my own gain, and the way she called her own mother an opportunist.I had lied to her about one thing: my real reason for introducing our son to the public. It wasn’t just to acknowledge him—it was also a diversion to steer the media away from the murder of one of my employees. But that could wait.Right now, I needed to earn her trust completely. And before that, I had to face her mother.My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of my phone. A message from Vivienne lit up the screen. I opened it and read:“Didn’t know your standards dropped this low. You can still come back to me, and I’ll welcome you with open arms…” A kiss emoji followed. Even though the words were just text, I could almost hear her mocking tone in my head.I ignored it and was about to put my phone down when her name suddenly f
The Ruthless Bachelor's Son[ENGLISH] THIRTY
Winona’s POVAs the night deepened, the air on Maximus’s penthouse terrace grew colder. The chill seeped into my bones, and without realizing it, I wrapped my arms around myself. I wondered why I had even thought of wearing a backless, below-the-knee dress tonight.I flinched when something warm brushed my shoulders—a jacket. Looking up, I met Maximus’s serious face, his gaze steady and unwavering as it settled on me.We were already on dessert, yet neither of us had dared to start a conversation. My tongue felt tied, though before I came here, I had so many things I wanted to tell him.“T-Thank you,” I murmured softly.He didn’t respond. Instead, he returned to his chair and sipped from the glass of rum the server had just refilled. I had lost count of how many he’d had, but the flush on his face was undeniable—proof that the liquor was catching up to him.I kept my gelato untouched, more focused on the man across from me. I wanted to speak, to break the silence, but the words refuse
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