All Chapters of MY CRUEL HUSBAND : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHILDHOOD ASPIRATIONSMaxwell POV After the celebration with my parents, I returned to my room, the echoes of laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses fading behind me. I closed the door slowly, letting the silence of the room wash over me. There was something comforting about it—the quiet, the solitude. It was in these moments that I could reflect, plan, and dream.I had always been a reserved boy, quiet but observant, with an insatiable curiosity that set me apart from most of my peers. Even as a child, the concept of ambition pulsed through my veins like a second heartbeat. At fifteen, my room had become more than just a bedroom—it was a sanctuary of learning, of exploration. Stacks of books lined the walls, biographies of the greatest entrepreneurs and innovators I could find: Rockefeller, Ford, Buffett, Gates. Their triumphs fascinated me, but more than that, I sought to understand how they had achieved those triumphs—the strategy, the discipline, the foresight.I remember l

ADVICE Maxwell POV Mira stood up and began to pace slowly, as if the living room had become her classroom and I her student. “You know the men you read about in your books?” she asked. “Those entrepreneurs you admire?” I nodded slightly. “Rockefeller,” she said. “Do you think people clapped for him when he started? No. They cursed him. They called him greedy. They wanted him to fail.” She pointed at me. “Thomas Edison,” she continued. “Do you know how many times people laughed at him? How many times did they call him foolish? Yet today, the world cannot forget his name.” I felt my eyes widen. “Even Jesus,” she added quietly, her tone shifting into something spiritual. “They mocked him. They spat on him. They beat him. Yet he was the Son of God.” My throat tightened at that. Mira sighed. “Maxwell, every great person is bullied at the beginning,” she said. “Because the beginning is when people think they can still stop you. But when you rise too high, they no longer bully y

BAD NEWSMaxwell POV And Mira appeared. She stopped the moment she saw me, and her face told me everything before her mouth could speak.Her eyes were red, swollen as if she had been crying. Her lips trembled. Her hands were shaking, and her posture—usually composed and firm—looked fragile.Mira was not a woman who broke easily.She had always been our pillar, our dependable presence. Even when life threw problems at us, Mira always seemed to stand like a tree that refused to bend.But now, she looked like she had been struck by lightning.“Mira…” I whispered, stepping closer.She stared at me as though she was looking at a child she could not protect from tragedy.“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice rising slightly. “Where is my mother? Where is my father?”Mira opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. It was as if she was struggling to carry the weight of the truth.Then she finally spoke.“Master Maxwell…”The way she said my name felt like a funeral bell. My heart sank

THREATENED Maxwell POV He pressed a button on the phone and placed it on the center table.“Put it on loudspeaker,” he commanded.My blood turned cold.The voice that came out of the speaker was deep and authoritative—calm, slow, and terrifying. It was not the voice of a businessman. It was the voice of someone used to commanding armies.“Is that the boy?” the voice asked.“Yes, sir,” the older man replied.“Let him hear me.”The older man turned to me.“Kneel,” he ordered. My body refused.But then one of the younger men grabbed my shoulder and shoved me down. My knees hit the marble floor.Pain shot through my legs, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation. I looked up, trembling, my eyes burning with unshed tears.The voice on the phone spoke again.“Boy,” the man said. “I do not have time for foolishness. I have been informed you are refusing to cooperate with your elders.”My lips parted, but no sound came out. The man continued, his voice deadly calm.“I will advise you

CHAPTER 79CALLOUS FAMILY Maxwell POV My lips parted, but my voice did not come immediately. I struggled to speak, because I was still trying to process the insult.“Sir…” I began carefully, “they took everything from me. They came with threats. They made me sign away documents under pressure. They—”He raised his hand, cutting me off like a man silencing a child.“I know,” he said flatly. I froze.He… knew? He knew, and yet he was sitting there like a judge who had already made up his mind. I swallowed.“Then why—why are you not doing anything?” my voice cracked. “Why are you not speaking up? Why are you allowing this injustice? My parents are dead!”The elder’s eyes narrowed slightly.“Maxwell,” he said, “control your emotions.” Those words broke something inside me. Control my emotions? Was he serious? Was grief a switch I could turn off? Was pain something I could simply swallow like water?I felt my throat tighten, and the room began to blur slightly. I forced myself to breathe