The girl who brought the flowers was absolutely stunning. Just a single glance from her could mesmerize anyone with the sparkle in her eyes. But King and Max had seen plenty of beautiful faces in their time, most of them fleeting like fireworks-brilliant for a moment,

then gone without a trace. So when she handed him the flowers, he barely looked at her and gave a cold, "Thanks," and that was it.

King and Max were essentially the same person, just two halves of a complex personality. Each had their role to play, and neither was easily swayed by emotions. That day at Beaconsfield College, the auditorium was buzzing with applause. The girl was pushed forward by a group of dignitaries to stand next to him for a photo op. Camera flashes converged, and all eyes were on them.

King stayed quiet, lurking in Max's mind. He was aware of what was happening but didn't feel much about it-experiences like these were rare for him. Max didn't even glance at the girl, too preoccupied with Wall Street's latest numbers. King, similarly uninterested, had his thoughts tangled in data too. But as they left the stage, he couldn't resist a quick look.

And that look took his breath away.

She was like a rare flower in a hidden valley, reminding him so much of their mother. Her eyes were truly mesmerizing, like the soft, lazy sunlight of a winter's day, stirring emotions even in the stark contrast of her pupils. King thought to himself that Max probably had no idea who their birth mother was. Max was indifferent to everything, like a monk walking through the world detached from it all-a god without humanity, overshadowed by his divinity.

But King remembered their mother well. She was a woman who had fought and loved within the complex circles of the Saudi royal family. She defied everything to be with her true love but ended in misery and disgrace. She always used to say, "Never love the wrong person." It had become her obsession, the root of all her bitterness towards the world.

King could understand these feelings. Unlike Max, who was born indifferent, King had seen too much and had grown numb. People always expect others, or even gods, to be selflessly devoted, but when it's their turn, they hope for understanding and empathy. King didn't want to be an untouchable deity, elevated and pure. He was flesh and blood, wanting to live selfishly and hold power in his hands.

When their mother fled Saudi Arabia, she was almost captured but was saved by a benefactor who helped her reach Beaconsfield. The identity of this benefactor remained a mystery, according to their mother, the debt was impossible to repay. In Beaconsfield, with little to her name, she continued to receive support from this mysterious benefactor, which led her to meet Martha Dorsey and Daisy Barnes, forging invaluable connections.

Choosing Martha was fate. Mrs. Dorsey was desperate for a son to secure her standing within the Dorsey family and found an ally in their mother. Despite her setbacks in love, their mother was no fool-she carried the shrewdness of her royal upbringing. She revealed her identity asa Saudi princess and the royal lineage potential of her child, promising a future of power and influence if her son were to claim his rights back in Saudi Arabia.

Martha, suffocated by her childlessness and the political turmoil back in Saudi, quickly agreed to the arrangement. Their mother took on a discreet role as a nanny within the Dorsey household, interacting only with Martha. The child, named Max by their mother, carried her surname, though he grew up unaware of his true lineage, mistaking her for just a dedicated servant.

During his isolation in the attic, nearly starving, it was their mother who wept outside his door, a silent guardian. Even if he had known she was his mother, Max, having lost the ability to speak, would likely have remained silent, his brilliance in other areas unmatched.

When Martha realized Max's

muteness, she was frantic. Her

pawn in securing her place within the Dorsey family seemed flawed. She sought out medical experts far and wide, leveraging the Dorsey family's influence. But it was their mother who eventually revealed Max's talents to Michael Dorsey. Michael, recognizing Max's genius, immediately positioned him as his heir, with King emerging as a new persona to navigate this complex existence.

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