Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"What's on your mind?" Max tilted her face towards him, scanning the confusion etched across her features, his brow furrowed in concern. "Something bothering you?" She was sitting right next to him, close enough for him to quickly pick up on her mood shifts.

Brielle shook her head as a grape popped into her mouth. It was sweet, a burst of sweetness that reached deep into her soul.

"Is it about that TV show crew?" Max's tone was casual as he continued, "I'll have Patrick prepare, and we'll acquire the sponsor of this production team."

Brielle found it amusing, but as she laughed, she pursed her lips and felt a hint of bitterness. "Now there's going to be even more talk about me not being good enough for you." She had let her innermost thoughts slip out without intending to.

Max fell silent. He was looking down, his high nose bridge prominent, his forehead slightly covered by his naturally falling hair, partially concealing his eyes.

Brielle wanted to say something to ease the tension, but her throat tightened. What could she say?

After all, wasn't there some truth to her words?

"Brielle." Max called her name.

"Yeah?"

"Hungry?" "No."

"Good."

She wanted to ask what he meant by that, but in the next moment, she was swept up in his arms, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.

When she realized what he intended, her cheeks flushed, "Aren't we about to have dinner?"

her into the master

he leaned in, and everything happened

she heard him say huskily, "Others may say that,

never thought that way. Brielle was just Brielle, her background

into his eyes and heart proved that she was exceptional, truly one of a

cheek to her lips, light as a

want, from now on, I'm your

Brielle's heart. Perhaps, from now on, Max would indeed

acceptance. Even without parents, hadn't she

the call of the birds, the evening stars, the morning breeze, and the glow of the moon. As for family ties, their absence

around Max's neck, her eyes brimming with tears

hair, his

was anything but peaceful. The industry

that Brielle was from an orphanage, but she also

wildfire, with

a warehouse guard. That house he

son dropped out of

got

to make him work.

wnovel

handed to

It's laughable.

a warehouse guard for a dad, a maid for a mom who's had run-ins with the law, and a lazy brother to boot. Geez, can someone's