The second book in the international bestselling Maxton Hall series--now an Amazon Prime streaming series--in English for the first time. After all the hurt between them, will they be able to find their way back to each other? Ruby Bell thought that she and James Beaufort had something special. She’s never had such strong feelings for someone. And after his betrayal, she’s also never felt this much hurt. Ruby just wants her old life back before she knew anyone at Maxton Hall, before she knew James. She used to be able to rely on her studies to keep her focused, but school is no longer a refuge--not when she sees James everywhere. But she has to stay on track, especially with university looming over them and the uncertainty of what the future holds. Despite everything, Ruby wants to support James as he struggles with his father’s expectations of him taking over the family business. But she makes one thing very clear: she is not willing to forgive him or give him a second chance. As love and hate compete for Ruby''s heart, James will try everything he can to win her back.

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Mona Kasten is an international bestseller and literary phenomenon. She was born in Hamburg in 1992 and studied library and information management before devoting herself entirely to writing. After the success of her first novel, Begin Again, she quickly established herself as a star in German publishing and around the world and her Maxton Hall series solidified that. She has sold over 3 million copies in her country of Germany alone, and translation rights to her series have been sold in over twenty countries.

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The second book in the international bestselling Maxton Hall series—now a Prime Video streaming series—in English for the first time.

After all the hurt between them, will they be able to find their way back to each other?

Ruby Bell thought that she and James Beaufort had something special. She’s never had such strong feelings for someone. And after his betrayal, she’s also never felt this much hurt. Ruby just wants her old life back before she knew anyone at Maxton Hall, before she knew James. She used to be able to rely on her studies to keep her focused, but school is no longer a refuge—not when she sees James everywhere. But she has to stay on track, especially with university looming over them and the uncertainty of what the future holds.

Despite everything, Ruby wants to support James as he struggles with his father’s expectations of him taking over the family business. But she makes one thing very clear: she is not willing to forgive him or give him a second chance. As love and hate compete for Ruby's heart, James will try everything he can to win her back.

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Lydia

James is drunk. Or coked-up. Or both.

It's been three days since anyone could really talk to him. He's just been on one long bender in our sitting room, draining bottle after bottle and acting like nothing's happened. I don't understand how he can be like this. Apparently, he's not even interested in the fact that our family is now in ruins.

"I think it's his way of grieving."

I give Cyril a sideways glance. He's the only other person who knows what's happened. I told him at his party, the night that James got off his face and snogged Elaine in front of Ruby's very eyes. Somebody had to help me get James home without either Percy or Dad spotting the state he was in. Our families are close friends, so Cy and I have known each other since we were kids. And even though Dad made me promise not to tell anyone about Mum before the official press release goes out, I know I can trust him and that he'll keep the secret-even from Wren, Keshav, and Alistair.

I couldn't have got through the last few days without his help. He convinced Dad to leave James alone for a bit and told the lads not to ask questions for the time being. They're sticking to that, although I get the impression that with every passing day, they're finding it harder and harder to watch James destroying himself.

While my brother is doing his very best to shut off his brain, all I can do is wonder how I'm meant to cope. My mum is dead. Graham's mum died seven years ago. The baby growing inside me isn't going to have a granny.

Seriously. That's the thought running through my head on a perpetual ticker. Instead of grieving, I'm wrestling with the fact that my child will never know the embrace of a loving grandmother. What the hell is wrong with me?

But I can't help it. The thoughts in my head have taken on a life of their own-they escalate until I'm wallowing in catastrophic scenarios and I'm so scared of the future that I can't think about anything else. It's like I've been in a state of shock for three days. I guess something inside me-and James-broke horribly when Dad told us what had happened.

"I don't know how to help him," I whisper, watching James tip back his head and drain yet another glass. It hurts to see him suffering. He can't keep on like this forever. Sooner or later, he's going to have to face reality. And in my view, there's only one person in the world who can help him with that.

I pull out my phone for the squillionth time and call Ruby's number, but she doesn't pick up. I wish I could be angry with her, but I can't. If I'd caught Graham with someone else, I wouldn't want anything to do with him, or anyone associated with him, ever again either.

"Are you calling her again?" Cy asks, glancing skeptically at my phone. I nod, and he frowns disapprovingly. I'm not surprised by his reaction. He thinks Ruby's only interested in James for his money. I know that's not true, but once Cyril's made up his mind about a person, it's very hard to convince him to change it. And I might find it frustrating, but I can't resent him for it. It's his way of taking care of his friends.

"He won't listen to any of us. I think she might be able to get through to him before he has a total breakdown." My voice sounds weird in my own ears. So cold and flat-but inwardly, I'm the total opposite.

The pain makes it almost impossible even to stand up straight. It's like I've been tied up and spent days trying to undo the knots. Like my thoughts are whirling on a never-ending carousel that I can't jump down from. Everything seems pointless, and the harder I struggle against the helplessness rising up within me, the more completely it grips me.

I've lost one of the most important people in my life. I don't know how I can get through this alone. I need my twin brother. But all James will do is get shitfaced and smash everything that gets in his way. I haven't seen my dad since Wednesday. He's away, meeting with lawyers and accountants, settling the future of the Beaufort companies. He doesn't even have a second to spare on Mum's funeral-he's hired a woman called Julia to organize it, and she's been strolling in and out of our house for days like she's part of the family now.

The thought of Mum's funeral makes my throat clench. I can't breathe; my eyes start to sting. Hastily, I turn away, but Cyril notices.

"Lydia . . ." he whispers, gently reaching for my hand.

I pull away from him and leave the room without a word. I don't want the boys to see me cry. Sooner or later, they're going to start asking questions, whatever Cyril says; we can't stall them forever. They're not idiots. Even for James, this is out of character. OK, so he gets a bit out of hand sometimes, but he normally knows his limits. And the boys have clocked that right now, he doesn't. Keshav has started hiding bottles of the hard stuff from the bar, and Alistair "accidentally" flushed James's last few grams of cocaine down the loo-and that tells you everything you need to know.

I can't wait to put an end to all this secrecy. It won't be long now. The press …