Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

If she complained of a stomach ache, claiming she wasn’t feeling well, Max would never leave her to suffer alone. And she made sure to emphasize New Year’s Eve, which would naturally remind him that she was all by herself.

Brielle stood quietly waiting for his text, and sure enough, within three minutes, a message popped up. [Why aren’t you eating?]

He was finally willing to respond.

When Brielle first got her hooks into him, she did it by being shameless. She had definitely messed up tonight, and if you messed up, you owned up to it and sweet–talked your way back into favor.

Men and women were the same in that regard.

[Yes, I deserve it. Don’t be mad, okay? Stellar Stage Entertainment is tough to handle, but I’ve got you, right? With Mr. Dorsey on my side, how could I not succeed?] A little flattery could extinguish even the greatest of rages.

[Cut the crap.]

Staring at the message, Brielle paused for a few seconds. Why did it feel like their roles had been reversed? Max was often easy to appease, but sometimes, he could be quite the challenge.

[I came looking for you, which means the scarf I’m knitting will have to wait. I could’ve finished it tonight, watching the fireworks outside, snuggled up in your arms. How perfect would that have been?]

After sending the message, she realized how brazen she had been when she first started hanging around Max.

When no reply came within a minute, just as Brielle thought he wouldn’t respond again, a new message arrived. [Then come back.]

Clearly, he was at Premier Palace.

Brielle breathed a sigh of relief, put down her phone, and headed towards where her car was parked. But as she looked up, she saw Spencer standing not too far away.

His gaze was still sticky and repulsive, enough to make her skin crawl. Her brow furrowed with undisguised disgust as she pretended not to see him and got into her car.

Spencer just stood there, watching her go, struggling with his burgeoning obsession.

Just as Brielle was about to close the car door, Spencer made his move, yanking it open. Brielle’s expression darkened, her mood plummeting. “Spencer, can’t you take a hint?”

“I’m getting married.”

“And what’s Hat got to do with me?”

The disdain in her eyes was palpable as she pulled at her car dont, but Spencer clung on desperately “Brielle, Uncle Max said you never really liked me to that true? His eyes. burning like branding irons seemed to scorch her skin. Brielle did not enjoy such gazes.

“Yes, what’s there to like about you?”

To question a man’s worthiness was the ultimate insult

Spencer writhed in pain, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at her. So, this was what she truly thought

He took a deep breath, his madness intensifying–probably stirred by the words she had spoken in front of his grandfather earlier.

What a joke.

She had known him for over a decade and never cared for him. She had met Max for less

than two months, yet she dared to speak such words–hypocrisy!

Women and their deception could be maddening!

Brielle’s mind was fixed on Max, who was waiting for her at Premier Palace. Her face bore an eager expression as she tried to drive away.

Out of nowhere, Spencer produced a cloth and clamped it over her nose. He had come to Pearl Estate tonight with the intent to abduct Brielle. Only, he ran into Max and received a veiled warning.

Still, he had found her, the woman he both loved and despised.

Brielle held her breath, inhaling only a whiff, but it was enough to make her head reel. Spencer pushed her into the passenger seat and took the driver’s seat himself.

“Spencer, are you trying to kill me?”

Tears instantly streamed down his face; he wasn’t even sure what to do next.

Killing Brielle? No, that would be more painful than taking his own life.

He bit his lip hard and floored the gas pedal. “Last time, because of you, I spent days in the ER, but you probably couldn’t care less if I lived or died.”

“A man who tried to assault me? Yeah, his life or death really doesn’t concern me.”

With her eyes half–closed, Brielle tried to fight off the dizziness. Secretly, she reached for her phone and dialed Max’s emergency number. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Thinking of calling Uncle Max for help? It’s no use, Brielle. I’ve figured out how to deal with

you.”

He slammed the pedal to the metal with a maniacal grin.