Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 176

Brielle scrolled through the comments and noticed someone had posted a screenshot of Alivia’s latest post, featuring a black rosary bracelet wrapped around her wrist, identical to the beads Max had been seen wearing in several paparazzi shots.

Everyone seemed to be green with envy, but all Brielle could taste was the bitter tang disappointment.

of

No wonder he hadn’t replied to her texts; he was at the airport, picking up the patriarch of the Barnes family.

we’ve

With a sigh, she closed her eyes just as the cop in the front seat said, “Ms. Brielle, we‘ reached your apartment.”

Quickly regaining her composure, Brielle nodded and stepped out of the car, walking towards the building entrance in a daze, while the officers who had accompanied her lurked nearby.

As soon as Brielle exited the elevator, her front door greeted her with a mess of cigarette butts, and there sat a man on her doorstep, Spencer, reeking of booze and tobacco, a combination that turned her stomach.

His bloodshot eyes lifted to meet hers, and he staggered to his feet, slurring. “I checked out the charity, and indeed, it was your donation. Burp.”

After belching loudly, he peered at her through bleary eyes, “Lillian’s gone off the deep end. I was all set to marry her, but my mom’s had second thoughts, wants me to have another go at convincing you. Brielle, is there any chance for us?”

Brielle couldn’t believe his nerve, flinging her door open, “Maybe you should go get your head checked at the hospital first.”

to slam the door, but Spencer’s hand shot out, bracing against it.

hesitation, Brielle

“Bang!”

recoil, but he didn’t, wincing

hell do you want, Spencer? Our engagement is off.

had no idea what he

frustration, he barged in, pinning her

instinctively, her foot shot out

his face turning a shade paler with

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back to reality, and he looked around, realizing this was Brielle’s room. He remembered coming

cigarettes.

“Bri.”

out, staggering to his feet and lunging forward, collapsing

could react, the sound of camera shutters filled

“Click–click!”

in this compromising position, they were snapped in a series of

the

“The stuff I said at the party, all nonsense. I’m sorry.”

eyes as he bit his lip.

photographer. What was the angle? Did the gossip from the Haywood family’s party leak, and now the media