Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 3

Riding shotgun in Spencer’s car, Brielle’s mind was still replaying Max’s words.

Be careful not to get burned, huh?-

Her marriage to Spencer was an arrangement made by their families. The Dorsey family held an unrivaled position in Beaconsfield, while the Haywoods barely made the top ten. Next to the Dorseys, they were essentially small fry.

Her little stunt had allowed her to let off some steam, but it also meant she’d crossed one of the most untouchable figures in the circle of the elite.

The rain was pouring down, reducing visibility, and within two miles, traffic had slowed to

a crawl.

Spencer, already in a foul mood, frowned upon seeing her bundled up in a turtleneck, her chin almost disappearing into her collar.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

It was early fall, hardly the season for turtlenecks. Despite Brielle’s striking looks, it was a

bit odd.

Thinking of the love bite Max had left on her neck, the corners of her lips curled up. “Yeah,” it’s chilly with the rain.”

“Such a delicate flower,” Spencer muttered, his irritation growing.

Brielle’s pale fingers brushed her collar. “Haven’t been to the office these past two weeks?” Spencer despised her tone, as if nothing mattered to her. “It’s none of your business where I go.” He honked the horn twice in quick succession, feeling like sharing the confined space with Brielle was pure torture.

The phone rang. It was Spencer’s. From the corner of her eye, Brielle noticed the caller

ID-Lillian.

impatience he showed her, Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful

panic. Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front

under his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched the steering

If he’d gone up to her apartment just now, he would

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interest in her affairs, nor had he ever

Brielle’s lips

and, without bothering with an umbrella,

your home?” Brielle rolled down the window and

check on her. After all,

her eyes brimming with sarcasm.

paused for a moment before

and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys with

annoyance.

began to move, but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of

upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned pale, and

edition lipstick, a gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty

closing the compartment. She

of the car, soaked through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop

away.

nowhere to hide, she wiped the rain from her face and was about to make her way to the

beside her.

flag next to it. That flag signified that

slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what

playing with the black rosary on his wrist. “Did my nephew

The Priest, she thought. Brielle found Max to be more of a devil than a cleric, always keen to jab where