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?"

master bedroom and gently laying her

off, he leaned in, and everything

his, and she heard him say huskily, "Others may

Brielle was

had made it into his eyes and heart proved that she was exceptional, truly one

her cheek to her lips,

as you want, from

from now on, Max would indeed be

felt an unprecedented sense of relief and acceptance. Even without parents, hadn't she

the birds, the evening stars, the morning breeze,

her eyes brimming with tears

stroked her hair, his eyes cold and

town of Beaconsfield was anything but peaceful.

from an orphanage, but she also

gossip spread like wildfire, with

That house he got was

son dropped out of

and never got

and couldn't bear to make him work. Their

wnovel

grand, all handed to

education. It's laughable.

dad, a maid for a mom who's had run-ins with the law, and a lazy brother to boot. Geez, can someone's birth circumstances really be this poor?" "Such is the life of