Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Tiffanie had her reasons for being so wary of Alivia, especially since she’d seen firsthand how Alivia tormented any woman who showed interest in Max.

Alivia was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and her path as the darling of high society was set from the moment she drew her first breath. She was nothing like Tessa. The Rowland family hadn’t given Tessa much attention until recently, so she cherished her newfound influence all the more.

As for Alivia, she believed the world revolved around her, and Max was tailor–made to fit into her orbit. Still, her brand of arrogance was unlike most; at least to elders and peers, she lived up to the label “exceptional.”

Had Tiffanie not witnessed Alivia, in a fit of spite, crush the hand of a young, promising pianist with her stiletto heel, she might have been fooled into thinking Alivia was mild–mannered.

The pianist was touted as the next big thing, a veritable prodigy, but after that incident, her career was over, and she disappeared from the public eye. Everyone whispered about an accident, but Tiffanie knew it was sabotage.

Alivia was cold–hearted and a master of disguise, and Brielle was no match for her.

Despite Tiffanie’s warnings, it was too late. Alivia had already removed her rosary, a clear sign. she knew about the missing one from Max’s wrist. It was evident she’d come back to square things up with Brielle.

“Tiffanie, thank you,” Brielle said, her voice tinged with gratitude.

The corners of Tiffanie’s mouth turned up in a small smile. “Don’t mention it. Just remember,

I’ve always got your back.”

Mason, and she couldn’t help but probe. “How

There was

a forced laugh. “You

by her response. Weren’t

the idea of being tied down to one guy for life? Please, I’ll probably move on once the thrill fades. Dustin’s a

never one to hide her affections; her crushes were as blatant as billboards.

sighed. “I tried, you know. But I can’t

can’t learn to love in the way most people do. I need something more… universal.

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others, just with a bit more passion for one person. But love, unlike friendship or

truly experienced love? None of them. The capacity to love was either innate or forever out of

genuine, but her genuineness didn’t equate to faithfulness. In fact, it

was a “fauxmance.” filled with activities befitting a couple–dining

a yearning for intimacy, but her verbal denials signaled

1. it.

she claimed they weren’t dating, she found a balance between longing and trepidation.

it was an imitation of it–a superficial intimacy crafted by Tiffanie to stave off loneliness and