Chapter 89.
Maxwell’s POV.
I sat in my study, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine resting loosely in my hand as I stared at the media playing across the screen before me.
The liquid swayed gently as I tilted the glass, catching the low light in the room, and a soft smirk curved on my lips as headlines rolled by. Names were dragged through the dirt, reputations were questioned, alliances were shaken, and lies that had once been buried under money and power were finally clawed into the open. All thanks to me!
It should have felt like victory.
Instead, it felt like preparation. Like…. More wars were yet to come.
A knock came at the door, light but deliberate, cutting through my thoughts.
The door opened moments later, but I didn’t look up, didn’t need to. The familiar
