Max was on his way home from work when his driver pointed out that a car had been following them. Max turned around and peered through the back glass to confirm. He noticed a silver SUV trailing behind them, so he asked his driver to take a detour.
"They're still coming after us sir, what do I do ?" His driver asked. Max pulled out his cellphone and called Marcus. "Hey Marcus, I don't know what to do, but someone seems to be following us." Max said with a hint of panic buried in his voice. "Calm down master Max, tell me exactly where you are and I'll send some officers to your location this minute," Marcus said, trying to get him to calm down. The driver increased his speed trying to evade the pursuers. But as he made a right turn, the SUV rammed into the back of the car. The driver lost control and crashed into the tree on the alley. He was lucky the air bag got deployed and prevented him from sustaining a fatal injury. Max was concussed and his vision became blurry. His ears rang with a high pitch intensity and he couldn't hear a single word. Some masked men got down and opened his side of the door. They dragged him out and carried him into their vehicle. Max passed out a few minutes after. He woke up to find himself tied to a chair. His arms bound behind him and his mouth sealed with duck tape. Before him stood two armed men. One of them noticed he had regained his consciousness so they stepped closer and slapped him. Making his blood run sharp. And his eyes wide open. "Wake up you stupid fool. Open your eyes " the man said. Max looked at the man with fear in his eyes. He looked at the man who struck him. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't speak. He simply stared at him. "Look at the man you want to take over, this weakling. How is he supposed to stand up for himself, let alone protect what he has from Lenox?" The man who stood in front of him. The first man took off his mask. He stood six feet tall, well built and muscular, dark hair and brown eyes. He looked familiar but Max's mind couldn't pin point where he had seen him before. "My name is Alfred thorn. Son of Marcus thorn," He said as he approached. The other man stepped aside as he took off his mask as well. Him Max didn't recognize. It was the first time he'd seen him. Alfred took tape off Max's mouth. "You must be wondering why I kidnapped you? Well it's better I show you," Alfred said. He gave the second man a look and signaled him to bring forward a laptop. He played a video recording. Max recognized the place to be his new apartment. He saw men with masks and guns storm in. They were furious to have not met him in the house. "As you can see, they also wanted you. But they didn't want to talk to you, Maxwell, they wanted to kill you," Alfred said. He cut the ropes that bound Maxwell to the chair. He knew if he got up and tried to escape, the men there were capable of beating the life out of him. " What do you want with me ?" Max asked the man. The man smiled at him for a bit before he answered. "I'm here to save you from your miserable existence, you either live, fight and claim what is yours, or succumb and die like the coward you've always been. The man began to take off his shirt, like he was gearing up for a fight. He bowled his fists and raised his hands like a boxer who got into a defensive stance. Max got up and reluctantly did the same. He had never been in a fight before but if his life was on the line, he had to put up a fight at least. Alfred stepped forward and swung towards his head. Max dodged but didn't see the second one coming. It landed and sent him to the ground. "Get up and put your hands up!" Alfred screamed at him. Max clenched his fists and got up. There was no way he could take Alfred. He was a trained fighter and that much was obvious. How was he going to subdue him when he had no experience. Max charged at him throwing his hands as fast as he could. He kept swinging and missing, until one punch landed. He was happy even though his joy lasted for a very short moment. Alfred picked him up and began to rain punches in combinations at him. He beat Max within an inch of his life, then took a few steps back. He yelled at him to get up knowing it would be impossible for a man without heart to do so. Much to his approval, Max did and raised his hands. His face was bloodied and his left eye was swollen , he could barely see through it. Even though he could barely stand. Max knew this was it and he wasn't going to die without a fight. "Come on, I'm not going quietly into the night you bastards, bring everything you've got, I'm gonna keep fighting until I have no breath in my lungs, I've been a coward for too long, I will no longer suffer in silence," Max screamed. He heard the sound of someone clapping behind him as they approached. He turned around to find Marcus. He was surprised but still on guard as he didn't trust anyone at that point. "I knew I was right to have faith in you. You're an exemplary man Maxwell, but you have a long way to go before you earn your name and position amongst the Silver crescent clan. But tonight, you've shown me and my son here, we were right to back you," Marcus said. "So you set this up, what kind of twisted game are you guys playing here," Max asked with his fists still balled up. "It's no game Max, Lenox really did try to take you out of the picture tonight, and if I and my man here hadn't intervened,he might have succeeded," Alfred explained. "So what now?" Maxwell asked. "Now, we seal your positions by showing the rest of the clan you're not a push over, but that's going to be difficult seeing as you're a shitty fighter, if Lenox challenges you to a duel, you'd lose," Alfred said. "Yes, but we'll train you, make you into a formidable adversary and keep your mind and body sharp," Marcus added. "But that's only if you're willing to fight for what's yours, what your Father died to protect, and what your mother went through hell to keep you away from," He said. "What do you mean?" Max asked with a curious tone. " Come with me , it's time you learnt about your real parents , maybe that'll help you understand just how important and crucial you are to our Clan and it's survival," Marcus said to him.Marcus and Alfred took Max to what looked like an old abandoned manor. It was made of bricks and had a distinct look about it. They drove into the main compound and helped Max get down. He was limping as a result of the beating he had taken earlier that evening."Damn Alfred, you really tuned him up good, didn't you ?" Marcus said as they walked towards the main entrance. It was bolted shit and bound with a set of chains and a heavy padlock.Marcus brought out the key from his pocket and unlocked the padlock and the door while Alfred helped Max stand on his feet. "I had to make it look real, no hard feelings right?" He asked Max who was too stunned by the building in front of him to answer."Well, Master Maxwell, to your family manor, you see up until now I haven't told you somethings because I was waiting for the right moment, your name, your real name is , Maxwell Arnold Quentin III (the third) You are the only true heir of Lord Archer Arnold Quentin, and Lady Martha Arnold Quentin,
Max Carter stands in the kitchen, a sponge in his hand, scrubbing the greasy skillet until his knuckles ache. His fingers, raw and pruned, move in circles, wearing down the grime that clings to the pan like his pride clings to the last shred of his dignity. The sound of dishes clattering fills the room, a dull echo in the hollow space where his dreams used to be. His clothes hang off him, too loose, worn from years of use. The skin beneath them is pale, a reflection of the man he’s become—small, invisible, a shadow of the person he once was. Behind him, the door swings open. Emma Carter, his wife, steps in, heels clicking against the tiled floor. She glances at him, barely acknowledging his presence before her attention shifts to the kitchen counter. “Max, why haven’t you cleaned this up yet? I told you this morning, didn’t I?” Her voice is sharp, cutting through the room like a blade. Max flinches but doesn’t look up. “I’m sorry, Emma. I’ll get to it right now.” Emma doesn’t resp
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
“I have to do this…”Max stood in the doorway, clutching the jewelry box tightly. The cold night air bit at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the chill in his heart. He had seen Emma with that man, laughing, her eyes sparkling in a way they hadn’t for him in years. He swallowed hard and stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.Emma was still in the gazebo, her laughter carrying on the wind. Max approached slowly, each step heavy with the weight of what he knew was coming. When he reached the edge of the garden, he stopped, watching her. She looked so happy, so free. He wanted to remember her like this, just for a moment, before everything shattered.Taking a deep breath, he walked toward the gazebo. Emma noticed him first, her smile fading as she saw him approach. James Caldwell, the man she had invited into their home, turned and eyed Max with disdain.“Max,” Emma said, her voice sharp, “what are you doing here?”“I came to see you,” Max replied, his voice steady des
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.
“Kneel, Max,” he had said. “Beg for my mercy, and this can all go away.”The glint in James's eyes was unmistakable. He stood there, towering over Max with that smug smirk on his face, his words still hanging in the air like a foul stench.Max’s breath caught in his chest, a tightness squeezing his ribs. He had kept his composure since the moment James walked into the hotel. He’d bitten his tongue through every insult, every sneer. But now, standing face-to-face with this man who had ruined his life, the calm he’d maintained began to slip.“Kneel?” Max repeated, his voice low but seething with anger. “You think I’d kneel to you?”James’s grin widened, a cruel glint in his eyes. “It’s your choice. Kneel, and I’ll make all this disappear. Or don’t, and see what happens.”The room around them seemed to close in, the luxurious chandeliers and soft music fading into the background. Max could hear his heart pounding in his ears. His hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with rage.H
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
James blinked, frozen for a moment before shaking his head in disbelief. “What the hell—”James’s smug grin faltered. A tall man strode in, his presence commanding the room. He wore a sharp suit, his eyes scanning the scene with authority.“What’s happening in my hotel?” he demanded, voice steady and firm.The receptionist jumped at the sound of his voice. “Mr. Smithson,” she stammered, “this man—Max—he stole a credit card and tried to book a room.” She tried to explain, walking hurriedly from her desk.“Stole?” Max shouted, his voice cutting through the tension. “That card is mine! This is bullying!”Benson Smithson, the hotel’s owner, turned his piercing gaze on the receptionist. “Show me the evidence,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.The receptionist hesitated but nodded, rummaging through her desk. Max’s heart raced. The weight of the situation pressed down on him. He was fighting against more than just accusations; he was fighting for his dignity.James seized