Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Online spectators could only watch in real time as the trending topic mysteriously vanished from their feeds. Many were perplexed, wondering what on earth had happened.

But no one dwelled on it for too long, instead, they reverted to poking fun at Stellar Stage Entertainment's official page.

Brielle had just wrapped up her morning tasks and was about to take a breather when Donny informed her that Kingston was back at it again-holding court with the press right at the doorstep of Stellar Stage Entertainment.

Kingston was like gum stuck on a shoe, annoying and seemingly impossible to shake off. He'd cling to Brielle, exploiting her fame for all the attention and cash he could get, until she coughed up an eye-watering sum for alimony. Today, Kingston was in the same suit as yesterday, playing the sob story for the reporters.

"Her mother's in the hospital, and now we're out of money for the bills. Brielle can't just stand by and watch her own mother suffer, can she?

"I don't even have her phone number. Now that she's a big-shot CEO, it figures she wouldn't want anything to do with us. I don't blame her, but she's got to at least meet with me, and have a heart-to-heart chat.

"My demands are simple, a private conversation. Once we've settled things, I'll stop hounding her. After all, she's got my blood in her veins. It wouldn't be right for her to live in the lap of luxury while her own parents are scraping by on welfare, would it? We did bring her into this world, after all."

Kingston's antics were truly nauseating, leveraging Brielle's public profile to stir up a media frenzy.

Brielle herself was watching the live interview, feeling a mix of annoyance and a touch of self-mockery. Deep down, she also felt a sting of embarrassment.

With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples.

Right then, Max called her up, asking what she was up to.

distressing news, Brielle fibbed. "Just prepping

followed you. Could you follow me

unsure what he

time using the app, and he was still figuring

app but hadn't received a reply. Patrick had told him she'd only notice his messages if she followed him back. Brielle was his only

feelings shattered into pieces. She chuckled and

see, which

of characters, and Brielle hit the follow button. "Followed you, Mr. Dorsey. Did you

dead serious. "I'll leave you comments, and make sure

chuckled. "Sure, Mr. Dorsey, I'll remember

stared at his jumbled username. He didn't even bother

didn't really use the app much, only downloading Twitter to engage in a spat with

firing off a few tweets,

was swamped with messages she couldn't begin to sift through. She blocked the notifications to avoid distraction

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