Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

A few days ago, the media dropped a bombshell with a snapshot of Max's silhouette, breaking hearts left and right.

Alivia had been professing her love for Max, but behind his back, she was up to some seriously shady stuff. No wonder Dorsey International's top brass felt the need to step in and set things straight-they were absolutely furious! "Unbelievable, the audacity of her! Mr. Dorsey has always kept quiet, but this must've really hit a nerve!"

"I thought they were a match made in heaven! What a joke! Alivia, do you even deserve Max?!"

"Mr. Dorsey deserves way better. She's not worth the drama. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil, no wonder the company had to speak up."

"Alivia always portrayed herself as Miss Perfect online, but who would've guessed this was her true face? My heart goes out to Mr. Dorsey. I hope he finds his true love soon."

Thanks to the official statement, Max was painted as a humble admirer right from the start. Support for Max to find someone who truly appreciated him was overwhelming. Even Dorsey International's stock prices soared. Meanwhile, Alivia's legs gave out beneath her as she read the online tirades against her. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't form a coherent word.

How could this be happening?

How?!

Her teeth clenched, eyes filled with resentment.

That damned Brielle! What did she have that made Max go to such lengths?!

It was Brielle who shamelessly threw herself at Max, not the other way around!

Cursed be the day!

features

had had enough of her excuses, and Jose, in a rage, threw her

yet to show up, Jose felt a stab of pain in his chest, nearly passing

was in an uproar, Beaconsfield turned upside down in the blink of

and Alivia were out of

announcing a recast for the

major investor, was inevitably drawn into the fray,

the internet was ablaze with an unprecedented fervor, the number of participants in the discussion breaking

against Alivia drowned out all other

drink on the day of their mother's funeral

matter the

room remained

only sound being the medical monitors beeping

say when she would wake up-maybe tomorrow, maybe a month,

hand, his

hysterical voice

out here! Max!

voice was hoarse, worn thin by her descent from bliss to hell in a day.

ignored her, gently covering Brielle's ears with his

disturb her rest. Daisy's cries lasted only minutes before security dragged

if the truth about his origins within the Dorsey family came to light? Damn