Catelyn stormed her way into the mansion, ignoring the maids and guards who bowed in her presence. She pushed her way into his room, her gaze finally locking onto the man she was looking for—her older brother.

"Tell me this isn't true," Catelyn's voice trembled. Maximus looked up at her, his usual stoic expression unchanging. He didn’t seem surprised by her return.

"Hello, little sis..."

"Don’t you dare greet me," she cut him off. "Tell me you didn’t fake Isabella’s death, that you didn’t send your eighteen-year-old daughter to a brothel to sleep with different men and have a bastard child. Tell me you didn’t send Maya into an abusive...