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?"

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of anger in his eyes. Had they

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

filthy nest the upper crust turned

such circles, privilege was taken for granted from the moment it was enjoyed, with flattery and societal favor becoming

over him. His forehead was

he pulled out his phone, the sight

be a

his whispers of a

heart was

with him was solely to get back at Spencer. He was nothing but a blunt

resisting the urge to look closer, yet his trembling

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

a bitter smile spread

their only connection through Stellar Stage Entertainment, only to learn that it had become a

else could orchestrate such a move but

plans well in advance. Was this her

used and then callously discarded. If it

could use him

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