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.

words last night had sent Aubree into a fury. What was Max playing

committed in matters of the heart, was ready to face any storm for love. Still, her sincerity seemed to be the

herself to break the harsh truth. She hinted, but Brielle, lost in hopeful anticipation for her day with Max, missed the

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

nursing a broken heart somewhere, enduring a lonely birthday. The

His voice came through, drowsy and

just like Max, a

a beat before his leg dropped off the coffee table. “Look, Aubree, what’s gotten into you? If you’re mad at

bunch of scumbags.”

quite happy under one of those

your

where Bri is for me. Her phone’s unreachable,

some kind of a breakup. She knew what she was

to Aubree’s verbal lashings, and shrugged it off.

today; she wants us over