POV: Maxwell
I sat in the tufted leather chair in my study, the faint glow of my laptop screen illuminating the dark room.
My eyes were locked on the banking dashboard. Thirty minutes ago, I had given the order to freeze every single credit line and bank account tied to Fiona’s name. It was a dirty, desperate move. I knew it.
But I was out of options, and the suffocating silence of the last four days was driving me completely insane. I needed to hear her voice.
She had turned my own home into a mausoleum. The woman I had moved heaven and earth to capture, the woman I had risked my grandfather's wrath and my entire corporate empire to bring back to New York, was treating me like empty air. I couldn't sleep. I could not focus on the endless barrage of emails from the board.
Every t
