Maxwell POV
I woke up with a start, my breath uneven, my heart slamming against my ribs. My eyes darted to the space beside me—empty.
For a moment, dread coiled in my gut. The dream… it felt too real. Too true. Amelia disappearing. The money. The betrayal.
I reached for my phone on instinct, my fingers swiping across the screen, searching for any sign that it wasn't just a figment of my imagination. My jaw clenched as I checked my messages. Nothing. No unknown number. No offshore transfer.
Just a dream.
Exhaling slowly, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the unease settling in my chest. But something about it lingered, a foreboding sense of inevitability. It was as if my subconscious was warning me of something I wasn't ready to acknowledge.
I forced myse
