Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Max’s gaze was piercing, holding her chin with an intensity that was both unsettling and. mesmerizing. Slowly, he released his grip.

Brielle rubbed her jaw where his fingers had left an imprint. It didn’t hurt, but the sudden assertiveness in his touch had startled her.

Max straightened up, his expression turning cold, as if the momentary loss of control was an illusion. “If you don’t fancy staying at Premier Palace, then nurse your wounds at home.”

He took out a card and placed it on the clasp of her chest. The gesture was somewhat frivolous, as if intentionally insulting her.

“I said it was over last time, but I forgot to give you this–let’s call it severance.”

Brielle’s face drained of color, her hand tightening at her side. “What do you mean?”

Max, however, no longer wished to say much. Instead, he walked calmly to the entrance hall. Sometimes, one’s shadow can do more damage than words ever could.

her injured leg buckled after a few steps. sending her stumbling to

was

up, grabbed a cane that had clattered to the floor, and hobbled to the door. There was no one in the hallway: he must have

of the building, only the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement. She approached the night guard, inquiring if a black car had

shook his head. “No cars

Brielle’s eyes. Max’s car was probably in the underground garage. Was it too late to

insurmountable. Perhaps even without it, he’d

gift of a card was a fitting end to

the room with a dazed expression. Once in her room, she sat down, feeling a headache coming on, and a vague ache around her heart.

regretted the lie she had told. Yet given another chance, she still wouldn’t confess to to kidnapping Spencer. Her feelings for

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who knew what a healthy relationship looked like and

left her without a compass, uncertain of what was good, unsure who to trust. It took years of hitting walls before she could recognize the right path. Spencer was one such wall; her acquaintance with Max too brief

ring. She glanced at the caller ID, hesitating. The phone stopped, only to start ringing