My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus) novel Chapter 613

Chapter 0613 

“Sister? What the hell? What sister? What are you talking about?” 

“Maximus, your mother, my Martina, was pregnant by your father. But in a fit of rage, he caused her to miscarry. She nearly lost her life. After that, she almost fell into a deep depression. Your father, seeing her in that state, and to cover up what he’d done, brought Peter into the picture 

“Peter?” 

“Yes! Peter isn’t your brother. He’s Leonardo’s son, but not with Martina. He’s the son of another woman Leonardo was involved with. What happened to her, I don’t know, but I can assure you she’s not alive. I’m telling you again—the Palmers were criminals, or at least they were back then.” 

“But Peter looks like me!!! 

“No, that’s what you want to see. Look at me–you and I are like two drops of water. Peter is the spitting image of Leonardo. Look at your daughters. One has gray eyes, and the other has green ones. Ever wonder why? We’re Valentian, and we resemble each other in some ways, but it’s not like we’re blonde–haired and blue–eyed. My mother had heterochromia. You and Peter aren’t blood–related. You think you look alike, but you don’t share anything except a last name. 

“The baby Martina lost would have been your sister. Like I said, between you and Peter, there was a girl–your sister.” 

“I have a photo of my father, my mother, and me! She was pregnant with Peter!” 

“No. She was likely pregnant with your sister. Don’t fool yourself, Maximus. Peter is not your blood brother.” 

At this point, Maximus was utterly shaken and overwhelmed. His entire life had been a lie. He carried the last name of criminals. His so–called father had been a monster, His mother had been a victim of domestic abuse. His brother wasn’t his brother, and he’d had a sister who never got the chance to be born. He grabbed his coffee cup and hurled it against the wall before collapsing to the floor. 

Magnus could only watch as his son collided with the cruel truth. It was brutal, painful, and hard to process. He had lived through it himself a year earlier, to the point where he had been hospitalized. He had forced himself to survive for this moment, knowing what Peter had entrusted him with was important–it could bring justice to so many. Now that Maximus was here, the gears of an intricate plan for vengeance began to turn, a plan where Maximus and Marcus would play key roles. 

“Maximus? Maximus, listen to me. I know facing this damn truth is hard, but you can’t falter now. Peter is counting on you—and on Marcus–to avenge all the harm the Palmer family has done to innocent people like my 

Martina.” 

Maximus’s tear–filled eyes turned to him, and he grabbed Magnus by the arm, unsure of what to do or how to react. Magnus stood from his chair and sat on the couch near him. 

“Maximus… You are my son. You’re a father and, above all, man. You’re Maximus Palmer, the firstborn. To society, you’re the firstborn of the Palmers. And you’re the only one capable of dragging Leonardo Palmer and Frank Levett to hell where they belong.” 

Maximus looked at him, his face a mixture of doubt and shock. 

“What are you saying?”