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Maxwell povAm beIng careless agaIn. I dIdn’t mean to talk to her so rude, It just slipped out. Truth is, I wasn’t expectIng to see her so soon, not here, not like this.While I was outsIde wIth Matteo, I’d mIstakenly spilled my drInk on myself. Embarrassing enough, but worse, It left me stIcky and uncomfortable. So I rushed Inside to change. The maid carried my bag under Matteo’s orders, though It was heavIer than It looked. He insisted, so I didn’t argue, Just followed behInd her.The moment I stepped inside, tuggIng at my shIrt to change, there she was. Liana. The last person I thought I’d run Into right then. I figured she would be somewhere else, tryIng to process everything quIetly, maybe keepIng her distance. But no—she was rIght here, and from the looks of it, she was already trying to hold everythIng together, like nothing had happened.Her body language gave her away, though—the stiffness of her shoulders, the tight set of her Jaw. And her expressIon… It almost made me laugh

Liana’s POV I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom, letting the warm water run over my skin longer than necessary. Anything to quiet my thoughts. Afterward, I threw on something light and simple, grabbed a book, and went downstairs. If I stayed busy, I wouldn’t think. If I didn’t think… I wouldn’t remember. Three days since Maxwell moved into this house—and somehow, I had managed to avoid him almost completely. Almost. I’d only seen him once. And even that had been from a distance. Which was exactly how I wanted it. Because every time I thought about him… my body betrayed me in ways I didn’t understand. That morning felt… peaceful. Suspiciously peaceful. The kind that made you feel like something was waiting just beneath the surface. Matteo had been distracted lately—spending more time with Maxwell than usual. It should have comforted me. Instead, it unsettled me. There was something off about the way they interacted. Too polite. Too controlled. Like two men sm

Liana’s POV Still smiling at the beautiful time at the supermarket, Maxwell already stepped out, so I had time and space to day dream. “Who gave you the right?” The glass in my hand stilled midair. I didn’t even turn around. I didn’t need to. I could feel him—his anger filled the room before his footsteps did. “Answer me, Liana.” I slowly set the glass down on the table, forcing my fingers not to shake. “The gardener’s wife is in the hospital,” I said quietly. “She needed him.” A sharp laugh cut through the air. “And that concerns you… how?” Now I turned. Matteo stood by the doorway, tie loosened, sleeves rolled, eyes burning with something far worse than anger—control. “I gave him permission to leave early,” I added, steady this time. “It wasn’t a big deal.” His jaw tightened. “Not a big deal?” he repeated, stepping closer. “You think you run things here now?” “It was just—” Before I could finish, his hand slammed against the table beside me. The sound echoed. “Every

Maxwell’s POV I didn’t plan for her. That was the truth. Everything about this house, this return, this entire situation—it had a purpose. A clear one. Calculated. Controlled. And she wasn’t supposed to be part of it. But somehow… She was the only thing I could think about. I stood by the window, adjusting the cuff of my shirt, my reflection staring back at me like it had something to say. This was wrong. I knew that. She was my brother’s wife. That alone should have been enough to shut everything down. But every time I saw her— The way she moved carefully, like she was always measuring her next step… The way she smiled like it didn’t belong to her anymore… The way she held everything in— It got to me. More than it should. I exhaled and reached for my phone. “Is everything set?” I asked the moment the line connected. “Yes, sir,” Alex replied. “Cake, decorations, gifts. Everything is ready.” “Good.” I ended the call and glanced around the house. Quiet. Matteo was gone. F

Liana pov At first, I didn’t answer. I wasn’t ready for anyone to see me like this—blood on the floor, my body trembling, my mind spiraling between too many things I couldn’t name. Was I In paIn? Was I heartbroken? Was I still burning with the shameful desIre that had haunted me in the garden? I didn’t know. So I stayed silent. Pressed my hand harder against the wound. Pretended whoever knocked would go away. But then I heard it. “Lina?” The voice slid straight through my chest. Maxwell. My breath caught. No, not hIm. He was the last person I wanted to face In this state. “Are you there?” His tone was urgent, low, like he already feared the answer. “I heard a loud noise. Matteo stormed out in a rush. Are you… are you okay?” My body froze. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing he’d just leave. I wasn’t ready for intervention. Not from him. The silence stretched. I thought maybe he had gone, but then the floor creaked outsIde the door. He hadn’t moved. He was waiting.