Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Victoria felt she’d said too much, even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was trying to communicate.

“Max is my brother, whether we’re close or not, and I don’t want him getting hurt.” With those words, she slipped into the hospital room.

Brielle stood there, overhearing Victoria instructing the doctor. “He’s been cooped up at home. drinking himself into oblivion. If I hadn’t found him today, he’d probably be dead. Please make sure there’s always a nurse watching over him while he’s admitted. I’ll take care of the expenses.”

Spencer’s parents had long left Beaconsfield, and the only one in the Dorsey family who might still have had some concern for him was probably Victoria.

Victoria had watched Spencer grow up; she knew about the night he spent on his knees in their ancestral home. That was why she had said those things to Brielle.

Victoria knew all too well the kind of tricks her father could play. If a man as proud as Everett could be broken, then Brielle stood no chance. Brielle and Max were never going to last, especially not with Michael yet to truly exert his influence. Once he did, Brielle would lose her dignity just as Everett had.

However, Victoria didn’t regret a thing. At least she kept Everett by her side. That was where he’d stay for the rest of his life.

The Dorseys never really understood love. What they felt was more like possession. Like now, Victoria couldn’t define her feelings for Everett. Was it love or something else? She simply couldn’t bear to let go and decided why not keep him close and torment each other? Victoria lowered her eyes, knowing that unless Brielle were completely unattached in this world, everything and everyone connected to her would become a burden, a vulnerability. Victoria’s father had used the woman Everett loved most to threaten him, and that woman was pregnant at the time. Everett had been searching for this woman for years, but how could he possibly succeed with Michael’s methods? If not for the child still being alive, Everett would’ve commit suicide by now.

plaything she could manipulate and desecrate. The love she couldn’t

brother, Max, who simply lacked emotional awareness and buried his feelings

was external, others internal, and the world had always been that way. Back at the office, Brielle learned that the police had taken

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to explain her wrist injury to Max, so she said she would stay with Aubree another night.

key to Aubree’s place, made long ago. As she inserted it into the tock, she heard footsteps

door, and her slight spark of hope vanished upon seeing Brielle,

clothes and bottles had been cleaned up. The room was refreshed, and the table was neatly laden with delicious food, including a homemade birthday

waiting for, but that person probably wouldn’t show

the doorknob before mumbling. “Caught in a

hope, Aubree clung to the slim possibility until

“I made lots of goodies. Eat with me, or

refuse. Aubree needed company, even if it was just a silent

Brielle about an issue with Martha, who’d had three episodes