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.”

didn’t love someone. His lips trembled, and suddenly, he didn’t have the strength to get

eyelids, gave him a detached glance, and closed her eyes again. The car

crying like this was beyond her comprehension, but knowing it was Spencer, she sort of

Brielle sighed softly.

sound of her sigh, Spencer felt a surge of pain. He suddenly looked up and, in

didn’t bother to struggle. The whole situation annoyed her, and she just wanted to

only managed to tear a few buttons before

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break. His tears soaked her

him away, not caring if he continued to cry, and kicked him out of the car with

rolled into a heap of weeds.

in the dirt and mud and felt a wave of discomfort. Her memories of the past were fading, but she remembered a Spencer who

her tear–stained jacket and threw it out the