Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 468

Brielle felt drained, bone–weary to her core. Even when she heard their taunts, she could only muster a faint glance in their direction.

The two men felt slighted by her dismissive gaze and grabbed her hair roughly in a fit of anger.

“Word on the street is you just lost a kid,” one sneered. “Why dwell on it when you can have a bit of fun? How about you make a couple of kids with us, eh? We’ll give you a ride you won’t forget.”

“Oh, and by the way, Ms. Brielle, you might not have heard the latest gossip–your lover got into an accident, banged up his head pretty badly, and now he’s got amnesia. Can’t remember a thing about you. He’s about to tie the knot with somebody else, Ms. Alivia.”

Brielle’s emotionless facade trembled as her lashes fluttered in disbelief. She looked up. voice barely a whisper, “Liar.”

her

Seeing her finally react, the men let out a sigh of relief. They threw her into a dingy little room that seemed to frighten her none, leaving them at a loss. Earlier that day, they’d received a call from a woman who instructed them with grave seriousness on how to break Brielle’s spirit.

Alivia, and both families are over the moon. While you’re rotting here alone, we figured

a cold, mocking laugh. The fear vanished from her face, replaced by an icy detachment. Her rational mind was returning. “So even with

“Because if I ever got out, whatever she’s

the whole Dorsey family knew about her son being knocked out, including Michael. And Tiffanie had always said Michael was fiercely protective–so

of his stature, with years in the business world, wouldn’t resort to sending two thugs to defile a woman. Michael probably didn’t care how she fared in jail; he just wanted her gone

her getting out, scared of her showing her face again. That was why they were so concerned about her well–being in this

itself. But she couldn’t let anything happen to Max. As long as she wasn’t dead, as long as she had a breath left in her, she

thay grabbed her throat. “You

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loud, cuz

from the lack of air, but she didn’t forget to throw

them.

like this, aren’t you afraid of what I might do to you once I’m out? I’ve crossed the Dorsey family, even laid one of their heirs. Who knows what I might do

was harmless, yet it sent chills down their spines.