Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 340

Brielle managed a wry smile, wishing she was in the know.

Aubree placed her hands on Brielle’s shoulders firmly. “Is there something you’re keeping from me? Bri, trust me, anything you tell me stays between us. I’ve never breathed a word to Andrew, I know he’s not your biggest fan, but you mean so much more to me than he does.”

Brielle trusted Aubree, of course, but the thought of her secret being out there still cast a shadow of worry across her face. Not knowing who the puppet master was behind the scenes made Brielle feel helpless.

Aubree had also brought over a couple of bottles of wine. “Fancy a glass tonight?”

Brielle shook her head, and just as she reached for her phone, Aubree stopped her. “You really should just chill at home for a few days, don’t look at anything, don’t think about anything. After such a big ordeal, it’s easy to get overwhelmed.”

Aubree wasn’t good at lying to Brielle’s face, so she spotted the fib instantly.

Aubree, uneasy, pulled back her hands and deflated into a nearby chair. “Fine, but if you go looking for news, don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re just asking for trouble.”

It didn’t take long for Brielle to understand what “asking for trouble” meant. Just half an hour before, the media had been ablaze with talk of the Barnes family and the Dorsey clan’s upcoming nuptials.

two hands, side by side, each adorned with

was equally romantic.

watch from the shore, he’s ready to dive into

the tens

been rooting for! Matching in pedigree, looks, talent,

With their looks,

for plenty of Beaconfield’s golden boys. Who

courthouse is practically rolling out the

pang of empathy, Aubree snatched the phone and slapped it down on the table.

for a second, but then she just smiled. “I’m

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brink of engagement, there was no way she was just fine. She

Why would Max give Alivia such a photo op? She couldn’t believe that Max would tangle with her while planning

was just that he had left in such a hurry

find you a new one. You’re not stuck like me, Bri. You’ve still got a shot. And hey, you’ve been with Max. You didn’t lose out. What does it matter if