Max’s grip was firm but not too much that Tate easily pushed off as he was too weak from the beating.
“Your wife? Your house?” Cynthia asked while the others laughed. “Max, don't you think you’ve become too entitled now? I thought Aria wanted a divorce? Why are you still calling her your wife, and when did MY House suddenly become yours?” She questioned. He ignored Cynthia and faced his wife, pulling her apart from Tate, “Aria, what's gotten into you? You knew I was injured, but you didn't even bother to come and check me. Why the f*ck did you take out all of my savings for Liam's trust fund?” Aria rolled her eyes in disgust, fanning her nose with her hand as if Max stinks. “You're complaining about a measly $5,000? In our three years of marriage, have you ever gifted me anything? I decided to buy myself a parting gift and you're complaining, how shameless!” She insulted and then called out to one of their domestic staff and ordered, “Get me those documents and the traveling bag arranged on the table in my room.” Max's eyes, which were now swollen, reddened even more, a huge lump stuck in his throat, making breathing harder for him. “Aria, do you even know I was arrested and tortured? For two whole days? By this asshole of a person?” Max managed to ask, pointing at Tate. Tate smirked, adjusting his suit proudly. “Oh, about that!” Aria gasped, “I was just about to ask how you managed to get out? I know for sure you don't have a dime.” She asked. Max was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe his ear. Even though Aria was not exactly nice to him in the past three years since he became ‘broke’ he didn't expect her to be so cruel and a carbon copy of her mother. “This isn't the Aria I know. This definitely isn't the Aria I dated.” he cried. “Hmph…so delusional.” Anna mumbled. Max turned towards the family while wiping his tears, “I guess you all knew about this. You knew he injured me and sent me to jail on false accusations.” He paused and swallowed hard. “Mother, you knew it too. Yet you complained about my absence from the house. I know you all are money-crazed, but do you have to be so heartless too? Mother, you should be ashamed you raised your children like this!” He challenged. Everyone gasped in shock at his audacity. They all felt offended by Max’s words, but before any of them could take action, Cynthia marched towards Cade and sent a thunderous slap down his cheek. “How dare you? A lowlife! How dare you open that gutter you call mouth and say rubbish to me?” Cynthia bellowed furiously, her eyes literally spitting fire. “Your mother should be the one ashamed of raising such a loser.” She scolded. Max's senses heightened at the mere mention of his mother. No matter who the person is, he'd never tolerate anyone speaking ill of his mother. His body stiffened as he hovered around Cynthia, a gesture that actually made her cower. “I can tolerate everything from you, but don't you ever mention my mother again.” He warned, his voice gentle, yet it sent shivers down her spine. The staff Aria had sent finally returned with the document and handed it over to Aria. The door of the house creaked open, momentarily taking all the attention. Walking into the house in a black dress and small backpack was 19 years old Arabella Kingsley, the last born of the house. She looked confused at the unlikely gathering as she scanned the family members one after the other while greeting, “Good evenin…” “Oh my goodness! Max’s what happened to you?” She exclaimed in disbelief as soon as her eyes landed on him. She ran towards him, briefly examining him. “Brother-in-law, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you, but it wasn't going through. What happened to you?” She asked, her voice tinged with concern and worry. Max smiled and gently ruffled Arabella’s long brown hair, “I had a bit of an accident, but I'm fine now.” Arabella was the other person aside from their Dad who treated Max's with respect, and their bond was even stronger than the one Arabella had with her siblings. “You're not fine! How can this be fine?” She complained. “Arabella, I promise I’m… “If you're done being all lovey dovey why don't you sign this and fuck off!” Aria rudely interrupted, slapping his face with the divorce papers. Max grabbed it and looked over the terms one more time. It stated that the reason for divorce was social differences. He smiled realizing just how different their social lives were. PetroVista was a trillion dollar company compared to the Kingsley Enterprise which was just a few million dollars. It also stated that neither of the two parties were going to demand anything from the other on the basis of their divorce which also sat well with Max. “Here, have it.” Tate said, handing over a pen to him. Max ignored him and looked into Aria’s eyes again as he asked, “I know your mind's made up but have you ever thought of Liam? How is he going to feel growing up in a broken home?” Everyone else burst out laughing except for Max and Arabella who looked confused as they found it hard to understand what was so funny about Max’s question. When Aria finally contained herself from the laughter, she said, “He’s here. Why don't we ask him what he thinks about our divorce.” “Liam! Liam! Liam!” Aria called, looking around the corner of the room as if he was searching for a pet. “Liam is home? Why didn't you tell me? Where is he?” He asked as he looked around the house in search of him. Everyone watched him make a fool of himself before Aria finally announced, “There you are! Come here baby!’ Max had his back turned against Aria and as soon as she made the announcement, he felt his breath hitch. He scanned himself from head to toe and realized how much of a mess he was. Too bad he was seeing his son for the first time since he was born three years ago looking like trash that fell off a garbage truck. ‘He’s still a kid. He won't remember this.’ He thought to himself as he quickly wiped his face clean and put on a bright smile as he turned around. To his dismay, Aria stood there fondling a cute Pomeranian dog. “Liam! Say hi to Daddy.” She said, giggling devilishly."Sis, can you stop fooling around? He’s so anxious to finally meet his son, and you are…” “Hey, hey, you stupid little brat! Get into your room now before I slap those beefy cheeks of yours.” Aria threatened, forcing Arabella to keep shut. Max dropped his tension as he walked closer to Aria, demanding, “Can you be serious for once? Where is my son?” Aria shrugged, “How am I supposed to know if you have a son other than little Liam here?” She feigned ignorance. “Aria, don't make me lose it. I’m talking about Liam. Our three-year-old son who is living abroad.” Max reminded her. Aria was done playing this cat and rat game, so she decided to come clean. She dropped little ‘Liam’ and found herself a seat beside her mom. “Umm…Max, I get that your pocket is empty, but does your brain have to be empty, too? I mean, how could you believe in the existence of a child you’ve never seen? Like how?” Aria asked, seemingly stunned by Max’s dumbness. Max, still not able to comprehend the
Max shook his head vigorously for a few seconds to clear his eyes before he eventually signed the divorce papers. He looked at Aria, who was still trying to catch her breath, and said, “Aria, don't think you are the only one that had secrets. Just like you had plans of our divorce in your heart for our third year anniversary, I also had a special plan or rather a gift. One that could have turned this money-craze family into Wessixia’s envy. Unfortunately, you ruined it—just at the right time.” Tate grabbed the small traveling bag which the staff had brought earlier and threw it at Max. The zip was ruined, sending his things flying all over the place. “Stop talking big! Pick your trash and scram!” He bellowed furiously, hoping Max would flinch but Max didn't give him the slight fuck as he went on to talk. “I promise when I start with you, you will wish your mom had aborted you just like you did with my baby!” He threatened, his voice in echoing rumbles and his eyes bloodshot
“You’re right! He needs medical attention because he has totally lost it!” Cynthia agreed with Arabella for the first time as she believed Max was just being delusional. Arabella stood up and looked at Max with concern. “Brother-in-law, do you have someone that can come pick you up? You’ve never spoken of a family in three years.” She said, “Don't worry about me, Ara. You should go to bed now.” He said, gently patting her head. “But…” Max dialed Arabella’s number on his old phone and called it, causing her phone to ring and interrupt her statement. She attempted to bring down her bag and check it, but Max said, “That's me.” One of the security guards by the mansion gate ran into the living room and greeted everyone. Before he could say another word, Cynthia scolded, “What are you doing here?” “My Lady, someone is here to see Mr. Maximilian.” He explained. “Someone really came for him.” Ava whispered. “Should in case you fail to find yourself a wealthy dude and your mom deci
Two days passed and Max remained unconscious. His family and friends took turns to visit him as he lay on the bed, neither eating or drinking. “How long is he going to remain like this? Do we need to transfer him to a better hospital?” Ryan questioned the doctor worriedly as he came for another full body checkup. “Sir, from today's report, it’s obvious he is doing better. Like I said before, he had lost too much blood before he was brought in. His sudden unconsciousness was as a result of a cardiac arrest.” He announced. Blake and Carl who were hearing of this report for the first time were shocked to their wits, exclaiming in sync, “What?” “Is it possible for a young, healthy and perfectly fit man like him to suffer a heart attack?” Blake asked curiously. “Max is the healthiest person I know. Always hitting the gym and eating right. How is that even possible?” Carl also wondered. “Yes. It is rare but highly possible. It can happen as a result of several factors but in his condi
"Max, I can explain…” “Explain? Explain what? What the f*ck do you have to say when I gave a f*cking clear instructions? What part of ‘Don’t pry on my private life’ do you not understand?” Max bellowed furiously as he stormed into the hospital room once again. Most of his bruises had disappeared, but he still had a bandaid tied around his head. Until a few months back, the boys had hired a guy to seek employment in the Kingsley Mansion just so he could keep an eye on Max and report back to them. Just looking at all Their faces, Max could tell Ryan didn't do it alone. “We did it because we were worried, Max…” Blake was cut short by Max’s interruption. “I never asked you to worry about me!” “But that's what families are for. You always say we should drop social level and just be families, but you’re not even letting us do the slightest thing for you.” Miguel sensibly chimed in. And he was right. Max was the main reason the group chat was created. It was to deepen t
“Welcome, Sir.” All the staff quickly stopped what they were doing and greeted Miguel, Carl, and Blake, knowing who they were. The security guard moved closer to Miguel and decided to explain, “Sir, this loser came…” Before he could finish his statement, Miguel sent a hot slap across his cheeks, making his lips blend. “How dare you call him a loser? Do you have a death wish?” Miguel asked, baffled. Blake scoffed in disbelief, “How did you cope with all this insult for three years?” Max smirked, putting on a fake smile, “Ryan is right. I was desperate to win the challenge.” “I wonder what this stupid challenge even is,” Ryan mumbled to himself. The cashier stepped out of her seat and quickly adjusted her lipstick before moving closer to Miguel. She shut out her chest, gently caressing Miguel's body. “Sir, you don't have to stress your handsome self because of these low class men. Sincerely, this man is a broke ass who has tried to scam us before but horribly failed…”Miguel
Marcella was Max’s younger sibling, and upon reading the earliest pages on the tablet, he realized she had run away from home shortly after he left for his in-laws. Ryan sighed before explaining, “Well, you know she takes a lot after you. She has always wanted to live an ordinary life, and she took up the opportunity the moment she got it. No one can stop her except you.” “What was Blake doing when she left?” He asked curiously. Ryan suddenly burst out laughing, “News flash, Blake was family zoned.” He announced, confusing Max. “Family zoned as in?” He asked curiously. “How can I possibly love you, Blake? You’re like a brother to me.” Ryan mimicked Marcella’s statement. “That’s what she said to Blake when he finally summoned the courage to ask her out. You should have seen how embarrassed Blake was. We teased him endlessly for days...” Unfortunately for Ryan, Max was offended by his joke, “You think being rejected is funny? Just because ladies come easily to you doesn’
“Max, calm the f@ck down!” Blake yelled, pulling him away as the crowd were already gossiping about him. “I heard he had anger issues since his parents’ death, i never thought I’d witness it.” Some one said. Max brushed his hand over his head, casually removing the frail bandaid from his head, “What is there to calm down about? You were all in it too. Where is he?” He asked.“In his room. He left after making a short presence…” Before Miguel could finish replying him, Blake already stormed off through the back door, almost disappearing into the main house. The men helped Ryan up and dusted his clothes, “F@ck, I such have added two more doze.” He complained, wiping his nose with his handkerchief. “You really do have a death wish, hmph..” Carl mumbled. “Well, let’s join him before he wrecks havocs.” Blake suggested and they all quickly ran to the main house while Sr. Stratford’s PA restored the calm at the party. Sr. Stratford was in the living room receiving gifts from Bryce and