A satisfying grin spread over Max’s lips as the neon light of the bar cast a glow on the beautiful piece of five-carat diamond ring cradled in his hands, causing it to reflect the diverse colors. “Aria and I have been married for three years, and I haven’t given her any precious gifts. This would be a perfect gift for our anniversary.” He mumbled to himself when a firm hand suddenly jabbed his shoulder, startling him into dropping the ring which landed with a soft thud on the bar counter. “What do we have here, Max?” muttered the snarky middle-aged, obese looking man, “Planning to pawn off some fake jewelry to pay your bills again?” Max always hated Manager Hollis because of his rude and demeaning way of speaking to him, so he wasn't surprised at his statement at all. Rather, he was ready to defend himself. “No sir, this is actually a real five-carat diamond ring.” He defended. “Something you’d never be able to afford.” He mumbled. “What did you just say?” Hollis scoffe
Max snapped his eyes open to a very unfamiliar ceiling. For the first few seconds, he couldn't tell where he was as he scanned his eyes around the room. “Hospital?” He wondered as he tried to sit up, but a sharp pain at the back of his head forced him to lay back down. “Mr. Stratford, you're finally up?” A nurse asked as she walked in and quickly checked his temperature, after which he helped Max sit up. He hissed in pain, asking, “How did I get here?” “The ambulance brought you in.” She replied “You look sturdy. Who would have thought you were so weak?” She mumbled to himself. Max, who heard her clearly, quickly defended himself, “Weak? I was hit from the back! That's one cheap move!” He looked through the window and noticed the sun was already up and remembering he was hit last night. He quickly asked, “How long have I been out?” “15 hours. You spent the night and a substantial part of the day here. You can leave now after paying your bills and getting your drug
"Manager Hollis?" Max mumbled to himself, surprised that he was actually being of help to him for the first time in his life. But Hollis didn't fail to disappoint him again as he went on to say, "So while you're at it, Don’t forget to pay for this too.” Manger Hollis jumped out of nowhere, throwing a bill of $9,750 at him. Max's eyes almost popped out of its socket as he looked through the bill. “$9,750?” He asked in disbelief, “You're supposed to be paying my weekly wages. What's the meaning of this?” He asked again, confused. “Your bill was originally $10,000, and after deducting this week's wages from it, we came up with that.” Hollis explained. Max was still confused as to why he had to pay such an amount of money, so he looked through the bill again, seeing where it was clearly stated he rented out club room 012. “Are you high or something? Why are you giving me this bill? That Tate f*cking Winslow, you should be suing him for harassing a staff member. Why am I be
Max gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, his eyes burning with furry as he refused to show any sign of gratitude. Chief Rawlings gestured to the officer standing behind Max, and he quickly kicked the back of Max’s knee, forcing him to kneel against his will. Tate smirked and gestured to the officers to excuse them, which they did. Then he squatted to Max’s height, a smile of victory spreading across his lips. “You must be wondering why I released you, right?" He asked but didn't wait for a response before explaining, "Well, it's because I need you to sign the divorce papers so I can finally marry my woman.” Tate leaned closer to Max’s ear and whispered, “I heard the last time you touched her was on your wedding night. F*ck, you need to hear her screaming my name when I’m stroking deep inside of her. She's so f*cking tight!” Max’s anger exploded. He attempted to attack, but Tate, who already knew what was coming, quickly evaded it as he stood up to his feet. He ordered
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 traveli
"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
Charlotte’s eyes widened, almost popping out of its socket as she stuttered, “$7…$7 million? Are you out of your mind? Where do you expect me to get that kind of money from?” Max smirked as if he already knew what was going to happen, “You’re merely a waitress at a club, I already knew you wouldn’t have that kind of money. That’s why I prepared for it. Look at it and sign where necessary.” he said, pointing at the file Miguel had dropped on the table. Charlotte was confused and curious too, so she picked up the file and skeemed through it. “What? You’re literally asking me to be your slave! For three whole year!” She exclaimed in disbelief. Max stood up, his hands tucked in his pocket. “It’s a good offer considering the luxury you’ve enjoyed in the past years. Plus you don’t choice. Even if you were to miraculously pay up the money, I will always find a way to own you and ruin your life!” He threatened, his eyes narrowing into slits as he focused his gaze on her, which sent a shi
Charlotte’s eyes widened, almost popping out of its socket as she stuttered, “$7…$7 million? Are you out of your mind? Where do you expect me to get that kind of money from?” Max smirked as if he already knew what was going to happen, “You’re merely a waitress at a club, I already knew you wouldn’t have that kind of money. That’s why I prepared for it. Look at it and sign where necessary.” he said, pointing at the file Miguel had dropped on the table. Charlotte was confused and curious too, so she picked up the file and skeemed through it. “What? You’re literally asking me to be your slave! For three whole year!” She exclaimed in disbelief. Max stood up, his hands tucked in his pocket. “It’s a good offer considering the luxury you’ve enjoyed in the past years. Plus you don’t choice. Even if you were to miraculously pay up the money, I will always find a way to own you and ruin your life!” He threatened, his eyes narrowing into slits as he focused his gaze on her, which sent a shi
Charlotte was slowly losing her breath. She anxiously tried to fight Max off, but her little hands were nothing compared to Max’s firm hands. Her body slowly weakened by the second until she gave up.If this was her fate, she would have happily accepted it, but the thought of her son living without a mother and father figure scared the living hell out of her and she struggled again until help came when Max quickly moved his hand away with a little screaming.“Stay away from my mommy!” the little guy who had just bitten Max’s arm yelled, his blue eyes glittering with tears.The sight of him weakened Max. He dared not raise his hand or voice again— rather, he just couldn’t.While Charlotte tried to catch her breath and regain her strength, Max and little Liam had a face off as they stared intently into each other’s eyes.It looked like he didn’t just have his face, but his personality, too. ‘How can he not be mine?’ He mumbled to himself as he slowly moved his hand, aiming to cup his li
With the paparazzi around, they was no room for doubts anymore. Anne and her mother had already browsed his name and were shocked to see him all over the internet. Hearing the mind-blowing revelation, Aria felt dizzy, staggering backward. The thoughts of losing out on being the wife of the richest man in Wexissia made her breathe hitch. Max didn't miss seeing the priceless expression on her face before he started towards the car. Max's day was going great…until a report asked, “Mr. Stratford, it's been seen years since you last showed up publicly. Is this because of your mother’s incident?”Max’s composure quickly weakened hearing about his mom again. He didn’t want to talk about it and had strictly given this information, so he never prepared a response for such a question. Instead, he got into his car, angrily slamming the door behind him as he ordered, “Drive off!”Max had hoped his day would be wonderful by watching Aria in misery, but he didn’t know someone was going to ruin
The ladies exchanged glances and giggled, believing Max's words for the first time. This statement alone was enough to make Msx lose all his charm in Aria’s eyes. She moved closer and whispered in his ear, “This is the difference between you and Tate. He would never have a reason to steal or fear being fired.” Max smirked as he shoved her off and walked into the city hall, leaving them stunned. “That poor skunk. How dare he…” Aria scoffed in disbelief. Cynthia patted Aria's shoulder as she walked past her, reassuring her, “Don't worry. He has no one else except us. He will come back begging once Tate makes him lose his job. Then we will be able to pay him back for this embarrassment.” Aria agreed swiftly following her mom into the hall. Aria has already completed all the steps for the divorce and since they both agreed ‘on paper’ that they ended things on mutual consent, the divorce was quickly processed and sent to the city hall, thanks to Tate’s connections. Once
With this response, Miguel was convinced something was up. Max was sensible enough to know that there was an extent to which he could lie about his look, so he decided to go with the most believable one. “Fine! I got into a fight.” Max lied. “With who? Why?” Miguel asked curiously. Max bit his lip as he tried to come up with a believable response, “Well, I met Tate Wilson. I just found out he was working with Mr. Newman. I was going to ignore him, but I couldn’t help listening to his trash.” He explained, stylishly readjusting his pants. With the details, Miguel had no reason to doubt Max and quickly believed him, saying, “Don’t worry, I will have the contract terminated.” Max let out a sigh of relief, seeing that he was finally free “There is no need for that. I have better plans for him.” He said. Soon enough, they arrived at the house, and fortunately, there was no one around to question him as they had already left for their respective businesses and homes. Max asked
After several minutes of driving in silence, the car came to a halt in front a familiar gate. She looked beside her at Max who was slowly dozing off and announced, “We’re here.”Hesitant, Max winds down the window hissed in disbelief, “I gave you this address?” He asked still tipsy. “Yeah…”“Stupid me. What’s so great about her that I can’t even forget?” He mumbled, clear enough for her to hear.Confused, she asked, “what are you talking about?”Max sighed, rubbin his palms roughly against his face. “This house, it’s my ex’s. I signed the divorce papers two night ago.” He replied, “Oh, I’m sorry about that.” she apologized. Max who didn’t want ot open up to anyone about his divorce just started to rant, “You know, it’s already bad that she was cheating on me with that twerp we met at the club earlier, but she lied about having a kid for me. Even though I never saw him, he was the best thing that ever happened to me.” “In fact, I already had his life planned out. I promised myself
As Max reached the receptionist counter at the lobby, he dropped his car key on the desk and ordered, “Get me a driver!”Seeing Max for the first time, the receptionist calmly asked, “Your card, sir?“I need to show you a freaking card? Where the f@ck is your manager?” He asked angrily, transferring his aggression to the lady. The lady tried to calm him down by apologizing and explaining, “Sir, I am sorry if I came out rude, but everyone needs a card to assess the resources available in this club. It is so that the club runs smoothly.” Max angrily smashed the telephone on the table, scaring the hell out of the lady. “I have had enough tonight. I swore to my mom that I wouldn’t drive drunk. Get me a f@cking valet right now before I do something worse.”Scared, the lady whispered into her ear pod, “Security, we have a situation…”“A situation? Do I look like a f@cking situation to you? And you dare call the security on me?” Max yelled angrily, pulling the land line from her. Hearing
Just as he was about to turn around to face him, the third person, Sam Dennis, quickly threw an unexpected punch at Max’s face, giving him a small cut on his lips as his ring brushed over Max’s lips. “He’s an annoyingly disrespectful waiter, of course. He has no idea who you are.” Sam explained. Eric frove as his eyes set on Max’s face. The light in the room was dimly lit but he could make out the face of the man he knew well and even saw just two days back. “I–I’m doomed.” He mumbled, dropping to the floor on his knees. “Sir…sir, I am so sorry, I didn’t know it was you…”Max scoffed loudly, intentionally interrupting him as he inspected his torn lip. “Eric Newman, I should have known it’s you. I just had no idea you prefer younger women despite being married with children her age.” He said.Unlike the other two staffs, Eric Newman was a high official at PetroVista and had been working there for years, he was quite acquintained with the Stratfords and knew Max from when he worked