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. The elevator chimed behind him. He didn’t turn, but the air shifted, charged with an energy that made his skin crawl. Footsteps, followed by a low chuckle. Max froze. "Well, well, well." The voice sent a cold wave down his spine. Slowly, Max turned. James Caldwell stood a few feet away, an arm wrapped around the waist of a woman Max didn’t recognize. She was stunning—draped in a designer dress, her expression bored but amused, clearly used to being in places like this. Max barely registered her, though. His eyes were locked on James. James’s smirk grew wider, crueler, as he took a step forward. “Max. What a surprise.” Max clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still, to not react. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected to run into James, of all people. Especially not here. “You followed me, didn’t you?” James said, his tone dripping with mockery. “You just can’t stay away.” Max stared at him, refusing to take the bait. “I didn’t even know you were here.” James laughed, the sound sharp and grating. “Oh, I’m sure. You just happened to show up at the same hotel, right after I left Emma.” He shook his head, still smirking. “Pathetic.” Max felt the familiar heat of anger rising in his chest but tamped it down. This wasn’t worth it. He turned back to the receptionist, hoping she would hand him the key and this nightmare would be over. “Is my room ready?” he asked, his voice tight. But the receptionist wasn’t looking at her screen anymore. She was looking at James. “Excuse me,” James said, addressing her now. “This man is a stalker. I’ve had trouble with him before. I think you should call security.” The receptionist’s eyes flickered to Max, her expression hardening. The change was subtle but clear. She straightened her posture and narrowed her gaze, studying Max with suspicion. “I’m just here to book a room,” Max said, trying to keep his voice even. She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she glanced him up and down, her lips pursed. “How do you plan to pay?” she asked, her voice suddenly cold. Max blinked, caught off guard. “I gave you my card.” Her eyes slid down to the black card still sitting on the counter, then back to Max. “We don’t accept stolen items here.” Stolen. The word hit him like a punch to the gut. “This card isn’t stolen,” Max said, his voice sharper now. “It’s mine.” The receptionist’s face remained blank, unreadable, but the judgment in her eyes was clear. She pushed the card back toward him as if it was something dirty. “We have policies, sir.” James’s laughter broke the tense silence. “Oh, Max,” he said, stepping closer. “You really thought you could just walk in here and pretend you belong?” He shook his head, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. “It’s sad, really.” Max ignored him. He didn’t care what James thought. All he wanted was to get the room, to escape this humiliation. “Can you check again?” he asked the receptionist, trying to sound calm despite the storm building inside him. But she wasn’t listening anymore. Her mind was made up. “Sir, I think it’s best if you leave.” Max felt his stomach twist. This wasn’t happening. Not again. Not like this. James leaned in, his voice low and filled with malice. “You’re out of your depth, Max. You always were. You don’t belong here. You never did.” Max’s hands balled into fists at his sides. He stared at the receptionist, willing her to look at him, to see that he wasn’t some petty thief or stalker. But her eyes remained cold, her hands already reaching for the phone. “Call security,” James said, louder this time, making sure everyone around them could hear. “This man’s been stalking me for weeks.” Max’s chest tightened, the air in the room suddenly too thick to breathe. The people in the lobby were watching now, whispering, their eyes filled with curiosity and disdain. Max’s voice came out hoarse. “I don’t want any trouble.” James’s smile widened, enjoying every second of Max’s discomfort. “Of course, you don’t.” He tilted his head, as if considering something. Then, with a glint of amusement in his eyes, he said, “You know, I could make this easier for you.” Max frowned, not understanding. James stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Kneel.” Max’s blood went cold. “What?” “Kneel down,” James repeated, his smile now predatory. “Beg me. Right here. In front of everyone. And maybe—just maybe—I’ll tell them to let you stay.” The words hung in the air, suffocating. Max felt his pulse quicken, his fists trembling at his sides. The humiliation, the anger, the shame—it all crashed over him in waves. The hotel lobby suddenly felt too bright, too loud, the murmurs of the guests like needles pricking at his skin. James’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, waiting for Max to break, waiting for him to crumble in front of everyone. Max swallowed hard, his throat tight. His mind raced. There was a part of him that wanted to lash out, to wipe that smug look off James’s face, to scream at the injustice of it all. But he knew better. He had nothing left to lose—but that didn’t mean he was going to give James what he wanted. But the silence stretched on, the tension in the air unbearable. Max’s heart pounded as he stared into James’s eyes. The world seemed to slow, every second stretching into eternity. This moment—the decision he was about to make—would define everything. The humiliation sat heavy in his gut, but beneath it, something else stirred. Something stronger. James’s voice broke the silence once more, soft but laced with poison. “Kneel, Max. Or walk away like the coward you’ve always been.” Max’s breath caught in his throat. And for a brief, agonizing moment, the world stood still.“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
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
Max’s phone buzzed against the silent office. He almost ignored it, buried in work, but something made him look. The caller ID showed a hospital number, and his brows furrowed.“This is Max Carter,” he answered.“Mr. Carter, this is Nurse Stevens at Memorial Hospital,” a calm voice spoke. “Emma Hawthorn’s been in an accident. You’re listed as her emergency contact. We need you here to sign off on her surgery. She’s in critical condition.”Emma Carter. Or, Emma Hawthorn now, as she’d chosen to be called since the divorce. The name hit him like a punch. His ex-wife, the woman who’d once been his everything and then left him shattered, needed him now. She’d put him down, belittled him, and tossed him aside, yet here he was—her only lifeline.Max felt a strange blend of sympathy and bitterness rise in his chest. But he didn’t hesitate. He shoved his work aside, grabbed his keys, and headed out of the office, his footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. Memories of their marriage surfaced
‘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
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
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 Que
The meeting had dragged on longer than Maxwell anticipated. Once all the finalities were wrapped up, he stood by the massive oak door, his dark eyes roaming the room as the members of the silver crescent clan were dismissed. Every one of them made a brief nod as a mark of respect before leaving.“Alfred,” Maxwell called without turning around. His voice was calm but carried the authority of a leader not to be questioned."Yes, sir," his friend answered with a smile as he and he Father were the only ones left in the room with Maxwell."Send word to Lenox. Tell him my terms are clear. I will see him, but, only in the Clan's headquarters, nowhere else," Maxwell continued.Alfred gave a respectful bow. “Understood, sir. I’ll handle it immediately,” he said.Maxwell nodded, "we both know this formality is bullshit, so stop calling me sir" he said as he turned around and went up the staircase leading to the private wing of his house.Katherine was upstairs by the window. She watched the
Maxwell relaxed in his seat and finished the last piece of pancake on his plate. The warmth of the morning sun, poured over the table in the dinning. Katherine, was sitting beside him, she moved her coffee mug, and gazed up at the ceiling.They hadn’t spoken much that morning, but the silence wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, it was more like the calm before a storm.A silent knock on the door was heard before Jackson came into the room, as always, dressed in black. Behind him, a group of guards carried items they recovered from Maxwell’s former apartment. One by one climbed on the stairs to put the boxes into one of the guest rooms. Jackson, however, lingered behind, his demeanor was however a bit hesitant."Sir may I have a word with you, in private," Jackson said calmly, but in a way that wasn't obvious. Katherine’s head raised up, her expression unreadable but tense. Maxwell saw the hint of concern on her face."Whatever it is, you can say it in front of her," Maxwell said in a c
Light reflections streamed through the curtains in her room while Emma drank her coffee and the thoughts of Maxwell filled her head. When she went to see him in the clinic, previously, she had been unwelcomed and uncomfortable by Katherine's overprotective yet polite presence. It hadn’t gone well. But she could not let that be the reason she'd stay away from the man she loved.With a renewed determination, Emma dressed carefully, choosing a soft blue blouse and jeans, casual but polished. She got her hair into a tidy ponytail and reached for her car keys before leaving the house. Maxwell had a soft spot for small, kind gestures, and so she stopped first at the farmer's market to get him some of his favorite fruits.The market was bustling with activity when she arrived. She walked around the stalls, her former memories clinging to her, dragging her back to a time Maxwell would talk about the juiciest strawberries or crunchiest apples. She picked out a box of strawberries, a clust
Katherine's car came to a stop at the main gate of Maxwell's Manor. She called Jackson from her cell and he told the guards at the gate to let her in. She drove and parked on the gravel driveway. The manor, looked way better than she remembered it. It had been a while since she stepped on the grounds after she finished her work. Katherine barely noticed the guards as she stepped out of the car, her heart was still racing. She had never been so frightened yet so determined. Grabbing her bag she climbed the stone steps and pushed the doors open.Maxwell was in the living room, and was seated in a high backed chair beside the fire. He had come down a few minutes earlier to stretch his legs and relax. He looked away from the flames and turned towards the sound of the door. He barely risen before Katherine rushed toward him.“Maxwell!” she cried, throwing her arms around him. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she held on to him, her entire body shook mildly.Katherine, It’s all righ
Lenox paced his dimly lit office, the air was thick with the aroma of cigars and the scent of old leather. His mind was a could of thoughts as he thought about his brief phone call with Alfred. The confidence in Alfred’s tone was undeniable, and it left Lenox feeling nervous.Gerald, his trusted associate, had been missing for days, and now he knew why. Alfred had him. But Gerald being taken wasn’t the problem , the real threat lay in what Gerald knew. For the past weeks, Lenox had built his faction’s financial wealth with him as well as a network of plans and resources that had them in a more advantageous position than Maxwell and his allies. Gerald was privy to every detail. The offshore accounts, shipments, and even safehouse locations. If Alfred extracted this information, Lenox’s faction would crumble overnight.Another alarming thing was Gerald had knowledge of the key warehouse locations where Lenox stored cash reserves and other critical assets. If Maxwell’s faction
Maxwell sat quietly in the back seat of the car, his gaze fixed on the countryside as they drove away from the clinic. The previous week had been quite the cycle of recovery mixed with the residual pain, and exhaustion. Despite having been released from the hospital, he was cautioned against going home in a hurry. The lingering effects of the poison continued to be present in his body, and he would experience some of those symptoms. But Maxwell was particularly concerned with a list of other problems especially with the matters of the Clan.Alfred, his partner in crime had come to pick him up and sat with him in the car. He had come along with some of his personal guards for extra protection, and Maxwell did not object. The air was filled with an unspoken urgency.“Alfred.How’s the progress on the restoration of the manor?” Maxwell asked, his voice was weak but clear enough to be heard.Alfred stared at him, wondering why he asked. “It’s finished. Exactly as you requested. The
Alfred slumped in his chair and the shadow of the laptop screen fell across his face as he looked through the offshore balance on the screen. Transfers of money were being processed. It wasn’t his first time handling such financial matters, but the weight of responsibility since Gerald made the transfer felt a bit heavier. Since his temporary as the second-in-command of Silver crescent Clan, Alfred understood that sometimes , money could be classified as the common denominator of life and death.His focus broke abruptly when his father’s voice echoed through the house. "Alfred!" Marcus called, his tone unusually joyful.Alfred shut down the laptop and walked out of his room. He saw Marcus in the corridor, and his face was ecstatic with joy as If a child with a playful experience. "Maxwell’s awake!" Marcus exclaimed, his voice trembling with emotion.Alfred paused for just a second and allowed the statement to register. In that instant a smile appeared on his face which showed a m
Emma forced the door shut as she entered her parents home with anger still bubbling within her. The sound of the wooded door being shut startled her mother who was sitting in the living room not far away. Her face was flushed, her jaw tight and it seemed like she was in the brink of tears .Fiona turned to face her daughter, Emma's mood was obvious across the living room.Fiona paused to drop off her knitting needles. Her face changed as she frowned in distress. Putting aside her work she stood up and moved over to her daughter whose anger and pain was plainly visible.“Emma? What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look upset.” Fiona asked gently, her voice soft but curious. Emma bit her lower lip as the look in her eyes gave off a suppressed anger. For a moment, she hesitated, but the emotion bubbling inside her proved too much to contain."It's that woman Katherine," Emma said and with that she slumped onto the sofa, looking defeated.Fiona sat beside her, waiting patiently for her daughter
Liam pulled the SUV up to the rear of the compound, the sound of the engine replaced by silence of midnight. Behind him, two of Alfred's men opened the back of the vehicle and carried Gerald’s body onto their shoulders. They had knocked him unconscious as he continued to struggle in their way to Marcus' house."Come on," Liam whispered and his voice was low so as not to wake Marcus up by that time.They moved him behind trees through the shadows of the compound, their movements were calculated , their only source of light was the moon but that was okay as they recognized the compound off heart. Liam opened the large wooded door that led to the basement, a place that was either used for storage or activities they didn't want others to be aware of. As they entered, they found only one light bulb was lit. At the center of the spacious but almost dark room was Alfred who sat behind a desk at the center of the room, calm and deliberate as ever. Upon the desk lay a bottle of whiskey