Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"Get lost!"

The words spewed from his lips for the second time as he shoved the figure away from him.

Alivia tumbled to the floor with a thud, her elbow swelling with pain from the impact. Tonight was her golden opportunity. The room was locked tight, and Max was under the influence of two different meds. If she couldn't take him down now, she'd be facing his complete disdain in the future.

"Max!"

Max had already grabbed a chair next to him, hurling it at the room's window.

No wonder he'd felt uneasy since entering the room. The door and windows were sealed shut. His palms were smeared with blood, a testament to his forceful action that shattered the window.

Glass shards littered the floor as Alivia's cries turned into screams.

The butler had chosen a ground-floor room for him that night, and with his long legs, Max vaulted out with ease. He didn't look back at Alivia. He just felt utterly disgusted.

He had never experienced such revulsion before.

Max stumbled a few steps forward and finally encountered Patrick.

Patrick quickly steadied him, his eyes wide with shock. "Sir?"

me back to

nodded vigorously, a flicker of anger in his eyes. Had

the Dorsey family mourned the death of Martha, some distant relative was pushing Michael for a new girl while

upper crust turned out to

of education, resources, and wealth didn't equate to perfection. In such circles, privilege was taken for granted from the

over him. His forehead was slick with sweat, both

his phone, the sight of Brielle's

to be a

even rejected his whispers of a secret relationship. Why on earth would she reach out

heart was

him was solely to get back at Spencer. He was nothing but a blunt instrument, a tool for her vendetta

to look closer, yet his trembling fingers dialed

he wasn't blocked. He had half-expected her to cut off all

the day's events, a bitter

hoped to keep their only connection through Stellar Stage Entertainment, only to learn that it had become a privately-held

could orchestrate such

well in

callously discarded. If it was all about him, why couldn't she do

use him

moving