Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 321

Brielle tapped into the news feed. Her eyes landed on a photograph of Max and Alivia. There was Alivia, all smiles, beaming up at Max. Since he was shot from behind, his expression remained a mystery to the onlookers.

But the vibe of the picture? It screamed ‘head over heels – a tale as old as time.

A bitter taste seeped into Brielle’s smile as she exhaled a heavy sigh, and switched her phone into airplane mode. She settled back, letting the evening sky captivate her attention. The heavens were painted with strokes of crimson, reflecting off the river in a dazzling dance of

color.

After taking a few sips of water and nibbling on some snacks, she pulled out her phone to capture the sunset’s beauty in a few snapshots, before continuing on her journey.

Meanwhile, outside the gates of Pearl Estate, Aubree was nursing a cigarette between her fingers. She’d been buzzing the intercom for minutes, but Brielle hadn’t answered.

The news had reached her last night – a slip of the tongue from Andrew, a deliberate leak. Alivia couldn’t stand Brielle, so she asked Max to take her out on Brielle’s birthday as a twisted form of revenge.

Aubree had pondered over the perfect birthday gift for Brielle days in advance, and even conspired with Andrew to secure a fine diamond from Infinity Brilliance.

last night had sent Aubree into a fury. What was Max playing at? The dislike was one thing, but toying with someone’s emotions

for love. Still, her sincerity seemed to be the punchline of a joke

to break the harsh truth. She hinted, but

had harbored a sliver of hope herself – hope that Max wasn’t like Andrew, a cad who’d warm Tessa’s bed while

a lonely birthday. The thought twisted her insides with discomfort.

voice came through, drowsy and indifferent. “What’s

just like Max,

leg dropped off the coffee table. “Look, Aubree, what’s gotten into you? If you’re mad at Max, fine, but why lash out

a bunch of scumbags.”

you quite happy under one of those

done with your rant? Think about what your want for

Bri is for me. Her phone’s

grown woman gone missing? Please. And it’s not like this is some kind of a breakup. She knew what she was

verbal lashings, and shrugged it off. At most, he’d ‘punish‘ her later in

wants us over for dinner. Are you