Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 137

The buzz in the chat groups was like wildfire, and it wasn’t long before the videos made its way to Andrew and Kenzo.

Andrew, a member of just a couple of groups, paused mid–sip as the video popped up on his screen. He glanced at Kenzo, who had just settled beside him. “Isn’t that Brielle’s fiancé?”

The video was crystal clear; even a blind man couldn’t miss it.

Kenzo offered a gentle smile. “Yeah, that’s him. Did Brielle take this footage?”

Brielle didn’t seem the type to stir up drama.

Andrew snorted, his mind darting immediately to Tiffanie. “I bet it was Tiffanie. Spencer’s her cousin, and she’s really thrown him under the bus this time.”

Twirling his phone with a mischievous grin, Andrew mused, “So, Brielle’s fiancé has been playing the field, no wonder she got cozy with Max. I thought she was just climbing the social ladder for a career boost, but looks like she’s playing a much bigger game–sleeping with her fiance’s uncle for revenge.”

scheming ways. He set his phone down and looked at Kenzo. “You’re all over the tabloids with Brielle, and you haven’t bothered to clear the air. Any other time there’s gossip about you and some starlet. you

just smiled, his demeanor still soft, though Andrew knew

Brielle on the side. I’m rumored to be with Brielle, and her fiancé is Max’s nephew. The waters are muddied,

creative types and your deep games. Have you told

side, she’ll probably return to the country immediately. Then there will be

that he didn’t want to put himself

and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you and Tiffanie have something going on?”

would never allow it. And Tiffanie’s flaky mom has pushed her daughter to the brink. The guy who’d get with Tiffanie is not going to be someone like me, ready to

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security, to pull her from the abyss, but

love. While everyone else was sowing wheat, she wanted to grow roses. She sought romance, not

knew about Tiffanie’s mother, which explained her current state.

were tainted with filth, savagery, and contempt. She wasn’t born from hopeful expectations; she began from a

first, had vanished. Andrew didn’t bother looking for her;