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.

Tiffanie about the situation and texted her, but Tiffanie didn’t respond, and Brielle was left wondering what had become

closer look and was about to enter when a group of

Brielle, we’re with the Rowland family’s security. We need an explanation for the malicious

to be crushed. She had anticipated the Rowland family might retaliate, but not this swiftly. And

right are you detaining me? Do you have

bodyguards ignored her protest, pushing her towards the car, “The Rowland family has decreed that

rides, each seating four, with a total of twenty bodyguards–not counting the one in the lead car.

in the car, Brielle’s wrists were shackled with cold cuffs. She chuckled.

felt she was incredibly naive. In their world, powerful families could do as they pleased, untouchable by the likes of

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car, Andrew twiddled with his phone. He had stayed put, curious about the Rowland

Max. Max’s true feelings for Brielle were a mystery. If he wasn’t serious, she

thought, Andrew texted Max, asking

his spacious villa, where Kenzo,