Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Daisy's heart pounded so fiercely she could hardly believe how quickly her life had spiraled out of control. Even Alivia, whom she had vowed to protect, was left exposed because of her failure. Damn it!

She couldn't wrap her head around how Max could be so heartless. Even if he didn't have feelings for Alivia, after all these years, the least he could do was show some decency. Now, with all the vile comments online, how was Alivia supposed to face the world? Was she to become a recluse?

Daisy's lips trembled as she rasped, "I need to talk to him! If he keeps up this ruthless campaign against Alivia, I swear I'll spill that secret!"

A flicker of murderous intent crossed the man's eyes as he stepped closer. "Mrs. Winston, I think you're missing something. Max has no desire to compete with the Beaconsfields or any other family. He sees them as beneath him. The wealth he amassed on Wall Street has long surpassed the Dorsey family's legacy. Do you really think he fears losing his position as heir?"

Daisy was frozen in place, speechless. No one knew exactly how much wealth Max had accumulated during his Wall Street days. At sixteen, he orchestrated the largest acquisition the world had ever seen, and while everyone focused on his genius, few delved into his actual fortune.

Maybe it wasn't that no one tried to dig deeper, but rather that they found nothing. Was Max, at only sixteen or seventeen, already that formidable?

up Daisy's spine, making her feel icy

She had truly underestimated

what if Max is formidable! Even if he turns into a mad dog, he's still willingly leashed, and Brielle holds the other end of that leash! He will regret it, not choosing an exceptional girl like Alivia. Instead, he wasted his affection on a tramp. He will

aside, her husband was pushing for a divorce - was it her fault she couldn't

They had warned her when they handed Kenzo off- the child would die

Martha, who would never know the ironic twist her sacrifices had

holed up in her house, too afraid to answer the phone or face anyone, locking her doors tight. The online abuse was too much for her to bear She couldn't, she wouldn't look at it. Just a short while ago, she was confidently fielding interviews with the media, and now she had become an object of public

palms stained with blood. That morning, she had thought she'd marry Max as she had wished, only to be met with a cruel twist of fate. She felt as if she was choking on blood, and finally, unable to hold it in, she spat it out and crumpled to the floor, weak

thought the