Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 598

Aubree and Brielle returned to Aubree’s place, shivering so hard their teeth were chattering.

Brielle couldn’t let Max find out about this; she had a hunch that the person behind the attempt on her life was either Michael or Martha. If Max ever got wind of it, there would be hell to pay.

After warming up with hot showers, they each held a steaming cup of tea as they settled into the living room.

The thermostat was cranked up to the max, and Aubree had even gone the extra mile by brewing some ginger tea, a home remedy bound to warm the bones.

The initial adrenaline rush had faded, and the reality of the grave danger Brielle was in had set in – someone was out to get her.

They placed their mugs of ginger tea on the table. Aubree downed hers in one go before speaking up. “Bri, who do you think is behind this?”

Brielle shook her head. The list of people who wanted her dead was, unfortunately, long.

Michael had given her six months, but there was no promise that he wouldn’t strike during that time. As for Martha, after Max provoked her last night, he had mentioned to spike her food with sleeping pills, but what if someone at the nursing home had tipped her off and she wasn’t really out cold?

Nothing was certain.

folks were some big shots. With genetics like yours, there’s no way you come from an average Joe family. Have you ever thought about tracking down your birth parents? Maybe their clout outshines anyone in Beaconsfield, and they could shield you. Then we wouldn’t have

was drying off. Brielle couldn’t help

left her at an orphanage when she was so little. She wished she could believe they gave her up because they were broke – at least then she could comfort herself with

I’m happy with my life as it

you ever dreamed

tightened suddenly. Of course, she’d had dreams.

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and cold, she’d dream of her parents coming to take her home,

tried her best to be likable, to excel at everything. It just seemed to make no

what family was, she didn’t need it. She could do

and care for her, but if they didn’t love her back, she’d keep her emotions

why the frequency of her dreams about

shattered her illusions of family life. The reality