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“Get some rest. We’ll talk more in the morning.” The door closes behind him, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence. --- Maxime appears moments later, his expression stoic as always. “Come,” he says simply, gesturing for me to follow. I have no choice but to comply. He leads me through the labyrinthine halls of the mansion to a room I don’t recognize. “This will be yours,” he says, opening the door. I step inside and immediately notice the bars on the windows. The walls are painted a soft, calming blue, and the bed is covered with a plush duvet. It’s a cage disguised as comfort.

He knew Maximus would ruin his plans but that was the right way for him to be fair to his innocent brothers. Maximus was nervous, his mouth trembling to admit his secret. ''This book I found, it came from Dad's bookshelf. When I picked it up I noticed something strange in this book," Max explained. He opened the book and everyone saw nothing written on its pages. Everyone just frowned but they wanted to know about it. ''If you don't see anything in it but I can see and read what's written on every page of it,'' Max said, his siblings did not react, they just kept listening. "So what's your point?" Flynn suddenly spoke, getting bored listening to him. "Can you just be straight to the point,"

The heavy door to Raina’s bedroom clicked shut, and in that single second, the man who had been gentle with her disappeared. Maxton Retroferd stood in the hallway, but he didn't look like a husband anymore. He looked like a nightmare. His eyes darkened until they were like two pits of black ink. The air around him suddenly felt cold and heavy, making it hard for the nearby guards to breathe. As Maxton walked toward the basement stairs, every servant and guard he passed quickly lowered their heads. They didn't just respect him; they were terrified of the energy coming off his body. They knew what was happening…..They knew that Maxton was gone, and someone else had taken his place.

Anna growled, she wasn’t in the mood for any of this right now. “Oh but I am not done, Ann. Maxwell is a horse, he never gets tired, he loves it when I moan his name and when I ride him, he would moan all day. I went into the red room today, I could immediately tell that no one had been there in months, you say he wants you, but he has never taken you into the pleasure room, maybe he doesn’t like you as much as you think he does, or perhaps he is just preserving the memories that we made there, not wanting to contaminate it with your foul scent.” She smirked.

“Some vows are whispered, some shouted — but the ones that matter are the ones made with steady hands and an unshakable heart.” The day arrived. Ellie woke to the kind of quiet that didn’t feel empty — it felt… arranged. The air in the mansion seemed charged, like the calm before the swell of an orchestra. Footsteps echoed in patterns, doors closed with careful precision, voices carried in low, purposeful tones. Max had been taken away early by Lena for what she called

‘‘Bless me, mom…’’ I mumbled as tears streamed down my face despite my best efforts to stop them. I took a slow, deep breath to help me relax, and as a result, when I looked up, a broad smile was plastered across my face. ‘‘I know you can do this, Celestine...’’ I cheered myself silently. I walked down the path, the path where I would repay all the pain wrecked on me with vengeance. ………..……..*******************…………………….. When I arrived at Maxwell's Villa, the hall immediately struck me as extremely spacious. The entire venue was decked out with the most beautiful, fragrant, and fresh flowers possible.

I closed my eyes, pinching myself to wake up from this dream—no, from this nightmare. Suddenly, like the world itself was cementing my fate, the massive doors at the end of the hall creaked open. A hush fell over the room like a wet blanket of dread. Everyone stiffened as he walked in. Alpha Romanov Maximillian Percivel Windsor. Tall. Cold. Regal. His dark hair fell over his brow. His eyes scanned the room slowly, like a predator. He was even more handsome than I had imagined. However, that thought was quickly thrown out of the door when he began making his way toward us.

Very cautiously, Maximo pushed open the door further and step in. He knows he is in a foreign land so he tend to be careful. Looking around his small lovely living room, he saw it perfect but peering closely, he notice the simple search whoever had entered did. Frowning very deeply now, Maximo walk Slowly , cautiously towards his bedroom. With much skills and carefulness , he opened the door very softly without making any creak whatsoever but no one is there. He checked the kitchen but there's no one in there either.

I hoped it was useful, and not just someone’s diary. Max was waiting in the tunnel outside the chamber when I returned. I didn’t tell him about the book—for now, I kept it tucked into the inner pocket of my jacket, where no one would find it. False hopes and all that. We walked back through the tunnel in companionable silence. Max stayed close to me this time, close enough that our arms occasionally brushed. He looked sad, but more at peace, like visiting the last known place his father had been was a relief that he needed.

Beyond the hedges stretched an immense lawn, groomed and perfect, framing a mansion built of pale stone and quiet money. The Ambassador’s Residence. Security patrolled the grounds—not many, but enough to be dangerous. Their earpieces glowed under the garden lights. Their movements were disciplined, controlled. But only one wing of the mansion was lit. A single, isolated suite overlooking the garden. Ethan saw it first. “Luca.” He pointed upward. Through the tall, illuminated window, they could both see her. Elena Maxwell, framed in clear silhouette, standing at a heavy wooden desk, her posture sharp and predatory. Her hands moved over a spread of documents—the settlement papers, unmistakable