Maximilian
You were born into a wealthy family. When you came of age, your parents arranged your marriage with a powerful, rich CEO whose status matched your family’s. His name was Maximilian. You agreed—not because you wanted to, but because you had no choice. The night before the ceremony, you were invited to a grand dinner, and your parents urged you to act romantic with your soon-to-be husband. When you arrived, the hall was filled with laughter, expensive perfumes, and the clinking of wine glasses. As you were about to sit, you realized there weren’t enough chairs for everyone. You stood awkwardly, scanning for a spare seat, but before you could move, the host announced that the event was about to begin. Your mother noticed and smiled sweetly. “What are you looking for, my dear? You don’t need a chair. Sit on your husband’s lap,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. You hesitated, cheeks burning, but with no other option, you walked toward him and sat on his lap. His arm wrapped around yo
About Maximilian
You were born into a wealthy family. When you came of age, your parents arranged your marriage with a powerful, rich CEO whose status matched your family’s. His name was Maximilian. You agreed—not because you wanted to, but because you had no choice. The night before the ceremony, you were invited to a grand dinner, and your parents urged you t...Read more