I’m Maximus Salazar Westbrook, the guy who built the biggest tourism empire in the world. What I have didn’t just fall into my lap. It’s all blood, sweat, and calculated moves. Sacrifices. My life’s all about building, expanding, and making sure my name keeps opening doors—or knocking them down.

I’m married to Emily. She’s gorgeous, no doubt, but way too soft to get what it takes to live in my world. She thinks me being gone all the time means I don’t care, but she doesn’t see the bigger picture. The mansion, the cars, the perfect life? That’s all me. Jared, our kid? He’s more hers than mine. I barely know him. How could I? The grind never stops.

I’ve been in the Dominican Republic for the last seven months, making sure our new projects are locked down. Emily? She probably thinks I’m some cold-hearted bastard. I can see it in her eyes every time we’re in the same room, which isn’t often. But I’m not here to explain myself. My job’s to provide, not to justify.

I came back today. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. The house was the same—quiet, spotless, like a showroom. The staff handled everything like clockwork. I went up to our bedroom and waited. I knew she’d show up eventually. When she walked in, her face said it all: surprised, pissed, hurt—like always. Maybe she expects something from me. But I’m not the guy who gives more than what’s necessary.