Chapter 759

• Max stayed on his knees, the cold floor biting into his skin, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the violent reconstruction occurring within his mind.
• Every memory, every time he had mocked Tedmond’s lowly blood, every time he had sabotaged his brother to protect the legacy, replayed like a series of crimes.
• ‘I was the hero,’ he thought, a bitter, hysterical laugh bubbling in his chest. ‘I thought I was the white knight protecting my mother from a gold-digger. I was just the attack dog for a monster.’