Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 322

Aubree let out a sigh of relief; it seemed Brielle had ventured out on her own. A walk to clear her head was probably for the best, instead of staying put and being bombarded with constant updates about Max and Alivia’s escapades.

Meanwhile, Brielle was still in the car; her phone was on airplane mode, which meant no more incoming messages. She decided to spend the night in a hotel in the city she had reached.

After booking a room, she parked her car and headed inside.

This was a neighboring city to Beaconsfield, and the hotel, nestled in a small county town, wasn’t exactly top–notch. In the dead of night, a sudden pounding at the door jolted her awake. *Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Boom!”

A cacophony of sounds twisted her brows in an instant as she sat up in bed.

The noises continued outside, peppered with the cursing of men in a local dialect Brielle couldn’t understand. She pushed a table against the door for added security.

The hotel lacked any means to contact the front desk, and even if she called the cops, by the time they arrived, it might be too late for whoever was in trouble. One table wasn’t enough, so she barricaded the door further with chairs.

The pounding lasted until after eleven, and she glanced at her phone. Her birthday was nearly

over.

cake, no well–wishes.

the thought that at least she

beautiful sunset.

noise ceased, she curled up in bed and drifted back to sleep. At the crack of

the scenic mountain roads, she parked her car beneath the Radiant Light Church. The sun was just peeking out from the sea of clouds, a fiery orb. Her gloom lifted entirely, and she couldn’t resist stepping closer to breathe in the fresh air of

universe. Her brief chapter with Max, in the grand timeline, was minuscule, so

took out Julian’s urn and entrusted it to the church’s

these rituals, she remembered Aubree’s instructions and pulled out a

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she wrote

Andrew be lied together for life.

a tree, she considered her next move and wrote–Wishing for Mark’s

at a loss; she had no wishes of her own. After much thought and ensuring no one was watching, she wrote down–Hoping Max might give liking me a try. The idea of Max

relieved, she hung the plaque up.

was stunning. It was surrounded by mountains, yet no one was there

as she thought this, a voice

thinking she’d misheard,

somewhat surprised.