All Chapters of Not a Love for Faint Hearts: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dr. Willow stared at the disconnected call, frozen, unsure what to do next.But one thing was certain—Maxwell had never allowed anyone else to touch his personal belongings. No one. Except Zoey.And now... now he'd actually let Nancy answer his phone in his place. Maybe... maybe Maxwell really had let Zoey go.But the moment his gaze fell back on Zoey's lifeless body, a chill sank deep into his bones. Because he knew better than anyone what kind of person Zoey was.Back then, everyone had been against her being with Maxwell. Everyone. But she'd held her head high and, with nothing but sheer will, forced every single person to accept them.He still remembered the first day he met her. Maxwell had brought her home.Zoey wasn't the least bit shy. She skipped and danced around the villa like an untamed little fairy, then bounded right up to him with a beaming smile."Hi! I'm Zoey." Her eyes were bright, her voice crisp. "I'm the person who loves Maxwell the most in the whole world!"

For the past three days, Maxwell had no idea how he managed to survive.Time dragged unbearably slow. Every step back into the villa felt like a knife twisting into his chest—the suffocating familiarity, the silence, the emptiness.That night, he drove to the ruins of the old villa, the one that had been burned down. As if... as if there was something left for him to hold onto.But there was nothing.The fire had devoured it all. Nothing remained but charred emptiness.At the same time, Nancy barely had the bandwidth to care about him. She was too busy figuring out how to arrange Zoey's funeral, without letting Maxwell notice, and without raising suspicion from Dr. Willow.In the end, she came up with a solution that seemed perfect.She would bring Zoey's body back to her hometown for the funeral.What she didn't know... was that Maxwell was also headed there. After all, his mother's grave was located in the same place—Zoey's old hometown.That morning, both of them woke unusu

Maxwell had a dream. A long, suffocating dream.In that dream, he discovered by accident that Zoey was dead. And it was his own hands that dug up her bones.He could still remember how cold she felt. So cold that the chill pierced straight into his heart.He jolted awake from the nightmare, gasping for air. His eyes opened to the familiar ceiling of the villa. Dr. Willow was sitting beside him, quietly feeding him warm soup.His whole body trembled. That question, the one he didn't dare ask, sat stuck in his throat, pressing down on him until he couldn't breathe.He didn't want to know. He wasn't ready to know.But the words forced themselves out anyway."Dr. Willow... that wasn't... a dream, was it?"Dr. Willow lowered his head, struggling to answer. In the end, he quietly placed the urn—the urn already filled with ashes—right in front of Maxwell. "Mr. Porter... my condolences."The second Maxwell laid eyes on the urn, it felt like something inside him snapped. He lunged

When Zoey drifted back into consciousness, everything around her was pitch black.Two figures stood before her—both dressed like people from another era. One of them, dressed in black, let out a quiet, helpless sigh."You haven't exhausted your love yet," he said. "You can't leave until it's all gone."And with that, both figures vanished, leaving her alone in the endless darkness.She couldn't feel or hear anything. She just floated there, alone.Until someone seemed to move her body. A strange itch prickled across her skin.She opened her eyes—if one could call it that—and saw a man. A man drowning in sorrow.She didn't know who he was. She had no memories, no sense of who she was or who he might be. But the moment their eyes met, her heart clenched in unbearable pain.Why?It felt like... like she had loved him for an entire lifetime.As he dug through the dirt, lifting her bones from the earth, a dull realization began to dawn on her. This was a cemetery.Which meant...

Three days later, the news exploded."Porter Heir Imprisons Woman."It shot straight to the top of the global headlines.Dr. Willow froze in place, staring wide-eyed at the newspaper in his hands. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.There, in the photo, was Maxwell being escorted away by police. His face was devoid of remorse, completely unrepentant.But what caught Dr. Willow's attention wasn't just the blank expression—it was the small object clutched tightly in Maxwell's hand.A handmade ring. The one Zoey had given him.Dr. Willow closed his eyes, letting out a heavy breath. He never imagined it would come to this.Inside the interrogation room, facing a crowd of officers and the suffocating glare of the media, Maxwell sat there, stone-faced."I have nothing to say," he replied flatly.Meanwhile, the world was reeling.Footage from inside the house showed Nancy—her face pale, her hair disheveled—being rescued, her expression trembling between terror and overwhelming