All Chapters of Fallen for the Billionaire Doctor CEO Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Harrison clenched his jaw, fighting the wave of fury and disbelief that washed over him. He picked up his phone and dialled Maxwell's number. His fingers shook as he waited for the phone to connect. "Maxwell, you need to see this," he remarked in a hushed voice. There wasn't time for small talk; this was too big. Maxwell's voice came through the phone with a crackling. "What is it?" Harrison held out the folder and said, "This could ruin everything." "Your mother is involved in something far bigger than you know. This is more important than your father's legacy and the business. "Maxwell, it's a conspiracy." He could hear Maxwell's breath catch on the other end of the phone. "Send me everything of it. "Now." Harrison felt a cold understanding wash over him as he closed the file. He had been faithful to Maxwell for a long time, but devotion didn't mean anything when the truth was this bad. Harrison scratched his forehead to attempt to

Maxwell hadn't seen Isabella in a long time. But as soon as she walked into the restaurant, his pulse skipped a beat, as if a door he had forgotten had opened. The air around her changed, and for a moment, the world disappeared. She stood there, tall and confident, with her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. She couldn't take her eyes off of Maxwell, and the years between them appeared to disappear. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her curves. It was exquisite but also deadly. Even though he didn't want to, the sharpness in her stare made his heart race. “Sophia’s not here, I assume?” Isabella's voice was silky, like silk, yet it had an edge that Maxwell knew all too well. "I think we need to talk." Maxwell blinked and tried to shrug off the shock of remembering. "Isabella, why are you here?" She grinned, a slow smile that showed she knew. "I came for you, Maxwell." I couldn't just let you fall

Maxwell slumped in his chair, the gloomy lighting in his office creating shadows on his drawn face. The room was so quiet that the sound of his glass hitting the desk was the only thing that disturbed the silence. He took another swallow and felt the liquor settle in his chest, where it burned. The ache inside him was like a knife that twisted with every thought of Sophia. He couldn't stop the pain from her absence. The room was a disaster. Papers were all over the floor, and the desk, which had previously been clean, was now full of empty bottles. Maxwell didn't care. He was overwhelmed by memories of her, their love, and the trust that had been broken. He cursed beneath his breath and slammed the glass so hard that the liquid spilt over the side. His hands shook as anger and sadness coursed through his body. He shut his eyes, but all he could see was her face. She looked sad and disappointed. He was to blame. Every bit of it. "I've lost ever

Sophia sat on the edge of the couch, the pale light of the city street streaming through the blinds. Her flat felt like it was too empty. The silence was heavy, the kind that made her bones ache. She had never felt so alone. She glanced at her phone, which briefly lit up as it rested on the coffee table. The resonance that always makes my heart ache. Maxwell was the name that tormented her every waking moment. She didn't want to acknowledge it, but his absence was hard for her. She longed to call him and hear his voice, but fear and pride held her from moving. She felt a deep pain in her heart as memories of their time together came flooding back. His touch. The way he looked at her with his eyes, as if she were the only one there. How could he do this to me? Her hand shook a little as she grabbed for the phone. She was just about to unlock it when a strong surge of doubt hit her. What would she say? How could she trust him after all that? Sop

The air was thick with tension as Sophia approached the cold, antiseptic jail walls. Every beat of her heart was louder than the last. She had convinced herself a hundred times that it was best to leave Maxwell. But here she was, unable to resist the attraction, with waves of emotion pouring over her. She needed to see him. She needed to know if he was indeed the man she had loved. Her breath froze in her throat as she walked into the visiting room. Maxwell stood across from her, handcuffed and looking angry, sorry, and something much deeper. When their eyes met, it felt like time stopped for a second. "Sophia..." Maxwell's voice was rough and strained. He tried to get up, but the chains rattled when he moved, which made it hard for him to move. She paused still in the doorway, her eyes taking in the sight of him. When she left, he wasn't the man she had in mind. This wasn't the Maxwell who was strong and driven. This was a broken man, not the