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

vigorously, a flicker of anger in his eyes.

relative was pushing Michael for a new girl while someone else drugged

filthy nest the upper

to perfection. In such circles, privilege was taken for granted from

car, a wave of unease washing over him. His forehead

sight of Brielle's call log made his

be a trick,

and had even rejected his whispers of a secret relationship. Why

was colder

He was nothing but a blunt

to look closer, yet his

He had half-expected her to

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

hoped to keep their only connection through Stellar Stage Entertainment, only to

else could orchestrate such a move

well in advance. Was this

rage that came from being used and then callously

him

moving