Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Brielle shook her head, tears cascading down her cheeks with increased fervor. In the hours that followed, it seemed he tortured her on purpose.

“Have you done this position with him?”

“Could he make you cry like this?”

“If we’re comparing, we should do it position by position. Did you do it in the bathroom too?”

Brielle felt like she was losing her mind, torn between humiliation and the primal stirrings within her body. She never should have taunted a man in bed.

“Uncle Max, I’m so sorry.”

Her cheeks were slick with sweat as she pitifully clutched at his sleeve.

His suit jacket lay discarded at the foot of the bed, but his shirt remained on–though it was a rumpled mess

from their encounter.

known how he was in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his cruelty

dazzlingly colorful poison butterfly, an entangling siren, a being one should rightly fear and revere,

deeply it hurt, and after

man to a

“Is that all you’ve got?” His voice was raspy with

was Max, with just a few words he could make one long to live for him, or

filled with

Andrew’s intervention, Sophia was quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced, and the so–called trade secrets? Andrew

Andrew, her face beaming with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll definitely

cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew would

promise to Brielle. “Get in touch

and he had to do the same

family. What’s there to fear? Besides, you said yourself there was no trade secret issue. I should be the one to sue

her, what did she have to fear from

is just for show.

lit a cigarette, his sharp gaze pinning her down. Sophia’s smugness vanished as

Chapter 90

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