Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 50

Brielle’s momentary panic flickered across her eyes before calm reclaimed its territory.

Tiffanie seemed utterly indifferent to any expectations of a response, nor did she act as if she had just dropped a bombshell. “Brielle, you’re quite the tragic figure, aren’t you?” she said with a detachment that belied the sharpness of her words. “You don’t want to be a burden to anyone, yet you crave love. But I see you’ve come to terms with the fact that you’re unlovable. I mean, you wouldn’t hook up with Maxie otherwise.”

Her tone was innocent, yet the words cut deep.

‘Poor thing, I actually feel a bit sorry for you. A guy like Maxie, you can have him for a night but you’ll spend a lifetime trying to keep him. And he’ll never love you back. He can give you anything but his heart.”

Brielle straightened her back slightly, adjusting her posture. Her spine arched like a crescent moon, delicate and enticing. She lifted her chin slightly. “Tiffanie, I think you’ve got it wrong. Max and I, we’re just scratching mutual itches.”

She needed a temporary shelter, and Max happened to fancy her curves.

“No misunderstanding here. I admire you, so I thought I’d offer a friendly warning. Everything comes easy to Maxie. Tell me, Brielle, what game can you play with him? Your life?

felt as if she had been hit right where it hurt, thinking to herself that Tiffanie

into a dilapidated gutter. This beam of light might accidentally shine on the corrupt and dirty in

Max, let alone

“Really?”

That same naive tone.

want me, I certainly

from outside reflected on her face, her gazes as still

the urge for revenge, so

you have a profound analysis of human nature, even

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admit I’m lonely, but that’s precisely why I humans crave

derstand why

It was as if she was declaring to the world-this is who I am,

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hope would never rise. Tiffanie’s heart was as barren as