Chapter 67 Chapter 67
Amelia
I tried everything I could think of, but the car still refused to start. I turned the key again and again, hoping it would magically come to life, but nothing happened. Finally, I gave up and leaned back in my seat, my hands shaking slightly. I locked the doors immediately and stayed inside the car. I was too scared to step out.
This place was not safe. My heart pounded as I remembered the story I had heard some time ago. A young girl had been robbed and killed in this same area. Her car had broken down too, and she was waiting for an Uber when it happened. The memory made my chest feel tight, and fear crawled up my spine.
I picked up my phone and called Adele, praying she would answer. The phone rang and rang, but she didn’t pick up. I wasn’t surprised. Lately, she had a habit of leaving her phone unattended. My fear only grew stronger.
With trembling fingers, I dialed Maxwell’s number next. I held my breath as the call connected, and when he picked up immediately, relief washed over me.
“My car broke down at Ave Avenue,” I said quickly, my voice unsteady. “I tried calling a taxi, but they keep canceling.”
“Turn on your location and don’t leave your car,” he said firmly. “I will be there shortly.”
I did exactly as he said and shared my location right away. I stayed inside the car, hoping and praying he would arrive soon. When I looked around, my stomach dropped. I noticed a few men standing nearby, watching me. They were lingering around the area, whispering among themselves.
Not long after, they started moving closer to my car. My heart raced as one of them walked up to my window and knocked hard on the glass.
“Wind down,” he said.
I froze in my seat, gripping my phone tightly as fear took over.
I silently prayed that Maxwell would get there fast. I didn’t want to die. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would jump out of my chest. One of the men outside my car kept gesturing angrily, trying to tell me to wind down the window. I shook my head slightly, hoping they would leave.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash. The glass on the other side of my car shattered, falling inside onto the seat. I screamed, frozen in fear.
“Are you going to wind the other part down now,” the red-haired man yelled, pointing a gun straight at me, “or should I shoot you?”
My whole body was shaking. My hands felt weak as I slowly wound down the window, tears blurring my vision. I was sure this was the end.
Just then, two cars screeched to a stop beside us. The men saw the cars and panicked. They turned and ran in different directions almost immediately, disappearing. I looked up, confused and terrified, as Maxwell stepped out of one of the cars with a pistol in his hand. His biker friends also jumped out of the second car, all of them holding guns. They looked completely different from the cheerful, smiling men I was used to seeing. Their faces were hard and serious.
I didn’t think twice. I opened the door and ran straight into Maxwell’s arms. My body was trembling uncontrollably as he held me tightly.
“You are safe,” he said softly, rubbing my back. “Calm down. You are safe now.” I nodded against his chest, trying to catch my breath.
After a moment, he pulled back slightly and looked at me. “Is there anything you need from your car?” he asked gently. “Just tell me where it is. I will get it for you.”
I shook my head. “No… nothing important.”
He guided me toward his car while his friends stayed behind to watch the area. I thanked them quietly before getting into the car with Maxwell. As we drove away, he promised he would make sure my car was taken out of that place before those men returned to destroy it.
When we got home, he walked me straight to my room. “If you need anything at all, let me know,” he said in a calm, reassuring voice. “I will be right here.”
“I will be fine,” I replied softly. “Thank you for saving me. I don’t know what those men would have done.”
He nodded, his expression still serious. After a lot of convincing that I was okay, he finally left my room. I stayed upstairs for the rest of the day, too shaken to move around. Later, Cynthia brought my dinner up to my room, and I ate quietly, still trying to calm my nerves.
I woke up the next morning and slowly got ready for work, my body still heavy from everything that had happened the night before.
After dressing up, I went downstairs and asked Cynthia to make me coffee and pack my lunch for me. My mind was already on work, but a small part of me wondered if Maxwell was still around.
I almost asked Cynthia about him, but the house was unusually quiet. That alone told me he must have already left.
When I stepped outside, I froze. Parked right in front of the house was a brand-new Rolls Royce Boat Tail.
For a moment, I thought I was imagining things. The car looked unreal, like something from a luxury magazine. Its long, elegant body shone softly under the morning sun. I gasped, my heart skipping a beat. The Rolls-Royce Boat Tail was one of the most expensive cars in the world, made for only a few people. I had admired it from afar, knowing it was far beyond my reach. I worked hard every day, hoping that one day I would own something great but never this.
I was still staring when the driver’s door opened. Maxwell stepped out and walked toward me with a small smile on his face.
“Good morning, Mel,” he said casually.
Before I could respond, he stretched his hands towards me, handing me the keys, I frowned at him, completely confused by what was happening.
“The car is yours,” he said simply.
I gasped loudly.
My bag slipped from my hand and fell to the ground as I stared at him in shock, suspicion written all over my face. “You mean… mine for today?” I asked slowly. “Like I can drive it to work?”
He shook his head gently. “No,” he said. “I mean it’s yours permanently. I bought it for you.”
I covered my mouth immediately, my eyes wide as my breath caught in my throat. I was sure if I didn’t, I would scream.
“This is unbelievable,” I said breathlessly, shaking my head. “It’s too expensive. I can’t accept this. It’s overly expensive, and I don’t deserve it.” The words tumbled out of my mouth as my mind struggled to catch up with reality.
Maxwell stepped closer to me. Gently, he took my hand, opened my palm, and placed the keys back into it, closing my fingers around them.
“You do deserve it,” he said calmly. “You never ask me for anything, even though you know how rich I am. You do everything on your own. You work hard, even in my company, and I see it. You care for people so much that you forget to take care of yourself.”
His voice softened. “As your husband, it is my duty to take care of you,” he continued. “And that starts now.”
I blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears burning in my eyes. In less than twenty-four hours, I had received things I never imagined owning in my entire life. It felt unreal, a bitter thought crossed my mind, and for a second, I almost cursed myself for ever settling for a man like Declan.
“I… I…” I stammered, unable to complete a sentence. This gift was too much, far too much.
“You will accept it,” he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. “And you are driving it to work. Now come on.” Before I could protest, he picked my bag up from the ground and gently but firmly led me toward the car.
Just then, the front door burst open. Rhea rushed out, wrapped in a towel, holding it tightly against her chest. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the car, then snapped to Maxwell.
“You fucking got her a car?” she shouted.
Author's note: we are all confused by Maxwell right