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?"

back

of anger in

of Martha, some distant relative

the upper crust turned out

wealth didn't equate to perfection. In such circles, privilege was taken for granted from the moment it was enjoyed,

of unease washing over

sight of

to be a

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

heart was

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

yet his trembling fingers dialed the number anyway. The phone was

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

on the day's events, a bitter smile spread across Max's

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

such a move but

in advance.

a surge of rage that came from being used and then callously

could use him

moving