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 Premier

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

some distant relative was pushing Michael for a new girl while

nest the upper crust turned

from the moment it

settled into the car, a wave of unease washing over

out his phone, the sight of Brielle's call

be

his whispers of a secret relationship. Why on earth

was colder

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

blinked away the haze, resisting the urge to look closer, yet his trembling fingers dialed the number anyway. The

He had half-expected her to cut off all

on the day's events, a bitter

connection through Stellar Stage Entertainment, only to learn

orchestrate such

laid her plans well in advance. Was this her escape

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

him for a

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