My Darling Ex-Wife Is Unaware I’m Rich

Max stood outside the grand entrance of the meeting place, his heart pounding in his chest. The tall, steel gates loomed before him, a silent guardian to the unknown world inside. A sleek black car had picked him up and delivered him to this place, deep within the city’s elite district. Now, here he was, standing alone, feeling out of place in his worn-out clothes. His phone buzzed again.“Enter,” the message read.Max swallowed hard and pushed the gate open. The gravel crunched under his shoes as he walked up the long driveway. The mansion ahead was nothing like his in-laws’ place. It was cold, modern, with towering windows that seemed to judge him with every step he took.He was greeted at the door by a butler dressed in a sharp black suit. The man’s expression was unreadable, his demeanor professional. “Mr. Carter, please follow me.”Max nodded, too nervous to speak. He was led through a series of corridors, each more lavish than the last, until they reached a large study. Dark woo

Max stepped through the grand entrance of the hotel, the click of his shoes lost in the vast, high-ceilinged lobby. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting soft light on the sleek marble floors. He paused for a moment, taking it all in. The kind of luxury that once would’ve felt normal, but now made him feel like an outsider.He ran his thumb over the edges of the black card in his pocket. The card was a relic from another life—one he barely knows. Every step felt heavy.The reception desk gleamed ahead. He approached, keeping his shoulders back, trying to exude a confidence he no longer felt. The woman behind the desk glanced up, her smile professional but distant.“Good evening,” Max said, sliding the card across the counter. “One room, for the night.”The receptionist took the card without looking at him and began typing. Max let out a breath, feeling the weight on his chest begin to lift. Just one night. Just a place to rest, to forget about everything outside these walls.

Max's wrists chafed against the cold metal of the cuffs, tension thick in the air. Across the lobby, James stood tall, arms crossed, a smug smile on his face. The receptionist hovered nearby, her loyalty to James keeping her rooted in place, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.Max clenched his fists, a storm brewing inside him. He fought hard, but no one was listening. They had made up their minds, and the walls felt like they were closing in.“Let me go,” he demanded, his voice steady despite the chaos. “If you take me down to the station, you’ll regret it. My clan won’t stand for this.”Laughter erupted from James, a cruel sound that echoed in the silence. “Your clan?” he sneered, disbelief dripping from his words. “You really think anyone cares about you or your ‘clan’? Look at you—no one in this city even knows your name.”The police officers exchanged glances, unsure. James pressed on, mocking Max’s background. “You can only dream of being connected to the biggest empire in this

The next day, Max stood at the entrance of the Silver Crescent Clan estate, again but this time it looked different from the last time he was bought here. The mansion loomed before him, a blend of stone and glass shining in the morning sun. He took a deep breath, feeling both excitement and anxiety twist in his stomach. This was his family.A familiar butler that was known as the person that he meant the first time he was bought here, so he opened the door. “Welcome, Master Max. Please follow me. Sir.”Max nodded and stepped inside. The foyer was grand, filled with portraits of stern ancestors. Some seemed to watch him, judging him.“Here we are,” the butler said, leading him into a large hall. Family members gathered, their chatter fading as they turned to face him.A few faces showed curiosity, but many were cold. Max felt their eyes assessing him, their whispers sharp.“Is that him?” a woman whispered.“Looks like a nobody,” a man muttered.Max squared his shoulders, pushing back t

‘This feeling,’ Max thought as he pushed through the hospital doors, ignoring the looks of confusion and shock from Richard and Fiona behind him. The chauffeur held the door of a sleek black car open for him, and Max slid in without a backward glance, leaving his ex-in-laws to stew in their own disbelief.As the car sped toward the office, Max’s mind switched gears. The hospital drama with Emma was now in the background; something more pressing had surfaced. His phone buzzed, and he glanced down at the message from his assistant: “Urgent. Lenox is pushing for a buyout of all investor shares.”Lenox. Max’s foster brother, once family, now rival. Their relationship had twisted and broken over the years. After the reveal of their shared blood, they’d never built any real closeness. Lenox didn’t like the thought of Max coming out of nowhere to take everything from him, leading to an endless game of one-upmanship. Lenox wasn’t someone to take lightly, and Max knew it.The car pulled up to