Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Brielle was utterly baffled, and Mason even more so. She desperately wanted to spill the beans right there, to let each of them know who the other was, but Tiffanie grabbed Mason’s hand with a firm grip, pulled a card from her purse, and slid it over.

“I meant it when I said I liked your look. Why the long face, big guy? Brielle, she’s Maxie’s girl, hands off. Stick with me, and you’ll live the sweet life.

Brielle opened her mouth to speak but ultimately said nothing.

Instead, Mason seemed galvanized by the card, looking at Brielle, “Ms. Brielle, you should head

out.”

Brielle wanted to interject, but Tiffanie’s stare was unyielding, clearly signaling that if Brielle didn’t leave, they were no longer friends. With a heavy heart and frequent backward glances, Brielle made her exit.

Technically speaking, there was no blood relation between the two, but their respective identities were enough to make each other’s skin crawl.

inform Tiffanie about the situation and texted her, but Tiffanie didn’t respond, and Brielle was left

out at the entrance of her neighborhood, Brielle noticed several luxury cars parked, turning heads. She took a closer

the Rowland family’s security.

the Rowland family might retaliate, but not this swiftly. And the lead car’s doors remained closed, leaving

bit her lip, struggling briefly. “By what right are you detaining me? Do you have

bodyguards ignored her protest, pushing her towards the car, “The Rowland family has decreed that should anything befall the young miss, Ms.

a total of twenty bodyguards–not counting the

cuffs. She chuckled.

incredibly naive. In their world, powerful families could do as they pleased, untouchable by the likes of common folk. No

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his phone. He had

they had taken her, he debated whether to inform Max. Max’s true feelings for Brielle were a mystery. If he wasn’t serious, she might

Andrew texted Max, asking for

was in a foul mood that evening, joining Kenzo for a drink at his spacious villa, where Kenzo, an artist with a wide social circle, had stashed away