Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Alivia rushed to the sanatorium, her heart sinking as she saw the crowd of people still waiting in the corridor. Her eyes instantly welled up as she approached the doctor. "How's Martha doing?"

"Ms. Alivia, Ms. Martha just came around for a bit and said she wanted to see you. Come on in, but please suit up in protective gear first."

Nodding, Alivia followed the doctor, slipping into the gear before proceeding inside.

She immediately spotted Martha lying in the hospital bed, tubes and wires protruding from her body. Yet, there was no sign of defeat in Martha's eyes; rather, there was a strange excitement. "Alivia, come here." Despite how uncomfortable she felt, Martha was actually agitated and thrilled. She could finally use her broken body to force Max and Brielle apart.

"Alivia, tell me, is it Max or no one for you?"

An intuition told Alivia that Martha was on the brink of a major decision. Unable to guess what it was, she affirmed with conviction. "Martha, I've been in love with Max for so many years. I am definitely the person who loves him the most in this world. I would do anything to marry him."

Her eyes shone with deep affection and a hint of shyness - the mark of true love.

Speaking was difficult for Martha. The doctors weren't exaggerating when they said she could become vegetative. Her body was frozen, but her mind was still turning sharply. "Are you sure? Marrying Max could make you the target of a lot of anger. Would you still want it?" "I would!" Alivia's voice brimmed with resolve, her eyes sparkling. "Nothing else would have meaning if I can't be with Max. I've worked my way to this point, to this position, just for him to give me a second glance."

They were alone in the intensive care unit with the curtains drawn, and nobody knew what they were discussing or saw their movements.

Do you remember what I told you? I'd lay down my life to unite you

raced, her lips

it? Inject it into the IV bag. It will

a faint

but since Martha wouldn't die immediately, she felt compelled to put on a

en

I probably won't live another month and will find a

listening as

death for me. If my death can leave a scar

escape her

watched him grow up under her watchful eye. He would never break

the CEO of Dorsey International first, not some lowly woman

means

grabbed the syringe nearby, her eyes flashing with determination. "Martha, I'll

blame you. You're my favorite, and you must be with Max, be happy." Martha used up the last of her energy to