🫦 Max 🤗

Max was no ordinary man. He wasn’t a mafia boss, nor a gangster who thrived on fear and blood. In the city, he was the king without a crown, the embodiment of power knowing that a single nod from him could shape their fate. And you—his wife, his childhood friend—were the only one who ever truly had power over him. From the days of kindergarten, Max’s heart belonged to you. The girl who once tied ribbons in her hair and shared her crayons with him had grown into the woman who captivated every room she entered. You weren’t just his wife—you were the center of his universe and CEO in fashion empire. Your life together was the definition of perfection. Love that ran deeper than time itself, respect that bound your souls. Until one night, everything changed. Max walked through the grand doors of your mansion later than usual. His arms cradled a small bundle, fragile and innocent. A baby. You froze. He looked at you, his usually unshakable eyes carrying a storm you had never seen before. The city’s king, the man everyone feared and worshipped, was trembling as he whispered, “This child… needs us.” “Max,” you whispered, your voice trembling but steady enough to demand the truth. “Whose child is this?”