Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Brielle couldn’t shake the feeling that she was trapped in a dream. Her mind wandered back to her college days.

That year, she had the fortune to accompany her professor on a trip to the desert, where she met the nomadic tribes that roamed the sands. At night, they would tether their camels, and come morning, they’d release them. Yet, the camels never strayed too far, forever remembering the night spent tied beneath the tree. It was much like the pain Brielle had endured, firmly anchoring her to the present.

The little girl who begged for survival, the girl who hid in a corner crying after being struck by a stranger, the girl who yearned for a home, and the girl who discovered the affair between Spencer and Lillian…

She thought she had come out of it all, but when facing Max, she realized she had never really escaped.

No matter how confident she presented herself, deep down she was acutely aware that she and Max, a man favored by fortune, were worlds apart.

In moments free of worry, her past poverty merely meant the difference between having a simple bread roll and a steak for dinner, never detracting from her happiness. But once her heart fluttered for someone, she deeply felt the inferiority that poverty wrought. That inferiority

was exclusive to her time with him.

And Max? He could never truly comprehend it.

attending to her left hand, he moved on to the right. While wiping, his fingers lingered on her

confess washed over

man stayed alive. Whatever Brielle intended to negotiate with Spencer for Ryan’s sake, he had decided not to interfere, always waiting for her to approach him. But Brielle seemed to have no such plans. Her heart was

irritation, but then he worried

places he had touched felt cool; Brielle slowly opened her eyes. She sat up, caressing her cheek, then turned her head

to fully wake, words escaped

reality hit her. She hastily threw off the covers to get out of bed. There were so many things she wanted to say, even if just a

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not to mention a slight infection had caused a

single step, and stumbled to the floor. With sheer determination, she tossed the crutch aside and dragged her leg behind her, enduring the pain

by the elevator, her eyes lighting up with hope. Just as she was about to speak, Max’s phone rang. He seemed exhausted, rubbing his temples before answering. “Alivia,

in place. It was like a cup of

courage to explore, yet when they show the slightest

her newfound courage