Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 539

Bette chuckled lightly when she heard the wonds. “Really now? What’s your grand plan to deal with me? Drag me out to some godforsaken place and have your way with me before finishing me off?”

Such low grade tactics hardly impressed her.

“Even if you kill me or violate me, my heart still belongs to Max. I love him so much, I’d give up my life” Her voice was nonchalant as she watched the landscape whizzing by the window, a small smile curving her lips, “I just realized how deeply I feel for him.”

Spencer gripped the steering wheel tight, his palms slick with sweat. “Is that so? Your love is quite noble”

Madness filled his eyes, tears streamed down his face, but he seemed eerily calm now. A calm that was terrifying.

Brielle couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. If this guy wasn’t part of the Dorsey clan, the folks in Beaconsfield would have set him straight long ago. At the end of the day, Spencer had it too easy his whole life, which is why he turned out this way. After ruining the best thing he ever had, he started crying and making a fuss, thinking it would bring everything back, like an immature child.

The car pulled up to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town, and Brielle felt bone–weary. She just slumped in her seat. “Get on with whatever you’re going to do. Tonight’s New Year’s Eve. I’d like to get back in time to watch the fireworks with him.”

could be so heartless when she didn’t love someone. His lips trembled, and suddenly, he

the steering wheel, starting quietly and escalating into loud wails, his shoulders shaking. Brielle lifted her eyelids, gave him a detached glance, and closed her eyes again. The

this was beyond her comprehension, but knowing it was

Brielle sighed softly.

a surge of pain. He suddenly looked up and, in a fit of despair,

to cut him

to tear a few buttons

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Chapter 534

sobbing as if his heart would break. His tears soaked her shoulder, and her

pushed him away, not caring if he continued to cry,

into

the dirt and mud and felt a wave of discomfort. Her memories of the past were fading,

tear–stained jacket and threw it