Maxwell's POV

I began pacing about the large living room which was tastefully and luxuriously furnished to perfection.

But my mind was far from all that. I raked my fingers through my hair, almost tearing them out. My jaw was tense with fury.

And my heart began to pound ferociously like it would burst out of my chest.

My knuckles were white as my fingers wrapped around the tabloid, crumpling the paper in my grip.

My eyes blazed in fury as the bold headlines stared back at me. Just a few ...