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Author: Calendula
last update2025-07-03 12:37:17

Max stood still for a long moment, letting the silence take over, before finally descending the stairs and giving Seraphina a subtle signal to leave. The woman straightened her bag with an air of arrogance, her eyes gleaming as if she had just won a game.

“Max,” she said, pausing at the doorway, “you must come back to me. We need to get married soon. If you hesitate, I will spread the news.”

“All of Morow State will read on social media and watch on the news channels how you abandoned your mother for five months. Imagine what that will do to your reputation, your business, your influence.”

She flashed a triumphant smile and walked out, leaving behind the sharp scent of her perfume. Max didn’t respond. He simply closed his eyes, suppressing his anger and his unwillingness to take the bait.

Once Seraphina’s car had driven away, Max pulled out his phone and pressed a number.

“Zoza.”

“Sir,” came the raspy voice of the former mafia man, quick and alert.

“I need two women, professional nurs
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  • 0087

    Lunch arrived. The private dining room on the top floor of the Morow State Government building was less crowded than usual. Under the warm glow of the chandeliers, three men sat around a round oak table, each with a lunch tray still full of food. Demian scooped some rice into his mouth, then roughly placed the spoon back on his plate. "Did you see earlier? The governor gave him an award like he was some kind of savior. Max is going too far." Comos nodded quickly. "And the funny thing is, he owns a private company! Does he think he can have two faces?" They looked at the third man, younger and dressed more simply but with a calm face. His name was Sandy. He was a law graduate from abroad, only 29 years old, but carried a wise aura that even older men respected. Demian leaned forward. "You are the smartest among us. Don’t tell me you agree with all this." Sandy sighed softly before answering. "In principle, yes, this is against the rules. Public officials should not control

  • 0086

    The main meeting room of the Morow State Government Building was crowded and full of authority that afternoon. Crystal chandeliers reflected light onto the long oak table facing the main stage. Media cameras were on, capturing important moments during the annual performance meeting agenda. The new Governor of Morow State, Gossa Soupa, stood at the podium, wearing a dark blue suit with a gold pin on the collar. His voice was deep and full of pressure, reflecting the authority he had carried since being inaugurated three months ago. "...and with this," Gossa said as he turned his gaze toward the front row, "I give the highest award to someone who has worked quietly all this time. Without him, Morow State would have collapsed years ago." All eyes followed his gaze to a man in a simple black suit, sitting upright without expression. Maxilian Knight. Gossa stepped down from the stage. The officials were silent. The governor walked straight to Max and handed him a hexagonal award

  • 0085

    That morning, the sky over Morow State was covered by a thin layer of clouds. The air wasn’t too warm yet, but the governor’s building was already alive with its usual activity. Max sat in his spacious, minimalist office, wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. On his desk, there was only one document, an untouched cup of coffee, and a calm gaze that revealed nothing. There were two knocks at the door. “Come in,” he said quietly. Zoza stepped inside, still in his signature look dark leather jacket, worn-out jeans, and combat boots. His hair was a bit messy, but there was satisfaction on his face. He stopped right in front of Max’s desk. “It’s all done, Boss,” he reported. “Seraphina’s video went viral on every platform. All the gossip accounts that attacked you before are now praising you. The public trusts you again. Even the hashtag #MaxIsMorowState trended for three straight hours.” “Seraphina and Darrus have also been arrested by Chief Raul.” “Your n

  • 0084

    Seraphina was still sitting on the floor, her head bowed in raw despair. Her hair was messy, and her tears soaked the designer dress that now looked like nothing more than a worthless piece of luxury fabric. She didn’t look up as they walked away. James paused for a moment at the doorway, then glanced back at Darrus one last time. “I hope you understand something, Darrus. This wasn’t because Max was too strong. It’s because we were too stupid to play with fire… and forgot who lit the match in the first place.” There was no reply. None was needed. James and Dominic left the old villa in silence, leaving Seraphina sobbing on the floor, and Darrus staring into nothingness. And the night swallowed them all. A few hours after James and Dominic had left the grand house, the night grew even darker. Rain began to fall gently, wetting the cracked stone terrace. The outdoor lights flickered dimly, as if reluctant to shine in the cold air. Seraphina was still on the floor of the

  • 0083

    People said, “Thank God Max didn’t marry her.” Others added, “That ex-governor’s daughter should be in jail.” And the most painful one of all, “Pretty, but empty and toxic.” *** Dusk had just fallen when Seraphina returned to her father’s house. The once-grand mansion now felt cold, silent, and full of shadows. She said nothing as she walked in. Tears streamed down her face. Her steps were frantic as she climbed the stairs, her cream-colored dress nearly dragging across the old marble floor. In her father’s study, she found Darrus sitting in a brown leather chair, staring blankly at the untouched bookshelf. Dominic stood near the window with a sullen expression, while his father, James, stared at his phone screen, reading headline after headline of bad news. Without a word, Seraphina dropped to her knees at Darrus’s feet, sobbing like a lost child. “Father... please... please bring my name back... bring everything back... I can’t take it anymore, they all hate me, they.

  • 0082

    Zoza arrived at a café after receiving intel on Seraphina’s whereabouts. The café was located in the Asperia District, a gathering place for socialites, influencers, and familiar faces who thrived on curated images. Its interior was elegant and expensive, filled with hanging plants, Italian rattan chairs, and soft jazz music flowing from hidden speakers. It was the perfect place to wrap lies in aesthetic beauty. Seraphina sat in the corner, accompanied by a cup of latte she only touched for photo purposes. Across from her were two stylishly dressed women, giggling flirtatiously as they listened to her story. "...and you know? He didn’t even show up when his mother was sick. Five months, and that house was empty. I was the one who stayed by her side,” said Seraphina sweetly, though her words dripped with poison. “Now the media's picking it up. Such a shame. Reputations fall so easily.” She smirked and took a slow, arrogant sip of her latte. That was when a deep voice cut thro

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