Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 342

Alivia watched his retreating figure, a hint of infatuation flickering in her eyes.

She had met plenty of men, each like a firework at her fingertips, bright for a moment before fading into dull ash. But Max was different, a constant presence in her life, like the North Star, illuminating her entire existence. No matter who the other woman was, Alivia was determined to eliminate her competition.

A sharp glint crossed her gaze.

Raised as an elite lady of high society, she had been groomed for greatness from a young age. Upon reaching an age of awareness, she began to scout for a suitable future husband.

It was at one of those high–society parties that she first laid eyes on Max. Even then, he possessed an aura of unapproachability, standing stoically beside Michael.

Pride emanated from Michael as he proclaimed to everyone that this boy was the chosen heir to the Dorsey family legacy. Immediately, the atmosphere thickened with significant glances. Alivia even thought she saw a few glares, sharp enough to cut.

Max, the youngest son of Michael and Martha, had nearly cost his mother her life at birth. And indeed, he had shown extraordinary abilities from an early age. Yet, he was only ten when Michael announced him as the next heir. Facing siblings nearly two decades his senior, how did he survive the conspiracies that surely followed?

many assassination attempts Max had endured. To the adults, a

that face in her

understood Michael’s intentions. The heir of the Dorsey family had to pass

If he died, he would simply be a stepping

built upon

tone. “Max, you’ve barely rested two hours. Aunt Martha’s condition needs further observation. Why don’t you rest

“Alivia, thank you.”

red marks marred Alivia’s neck, remnants of Martha’s ruthless attack. Had it not been for timely intervention, Alivia might have been seriously hurt. But she shrugged off the incident. If sacrificing her

knew the depth of her obsession with Max, even if it meant

hapter

using this new medication? It’s only been in research

Martha’s condition were merely madness, It would be manageable. But in her frenzied states, she would lash out at anyone nearby, and in their absence, she would turn on

such medication. But if they