Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Alivia's eyes were blazing with hatred as she screamed and smashed everything in her room, like a madwoman completely losing it. Shards of porcelain scattered across the floor, but she seemed numb to the pain, kicking wildly and yelling in rage. Her voice didn't even

sound human anymore; it was more like the primal roar of an animal pushed to its limits.

The room was a total wreck by the time she collapsed among the debris, feeling both pain and utter helplessness. The doorbell rang, but she didn't dare open it, terrified it was the press, drawn by the scent of scandal. She even backed away in fear, her eyes wide with

panic.

Then, a familiar voice came from outside. "Alivia, it's me."

Jaired!

A spark of hope flickered in Alivia's eyes, but seeing the state of the room, she froze as she tried to get up, a cry escaping her lips. Outside, Jaired sighed and lit a cigarette. "Heard Brielle took a tumble down the cliff and hasn't woken up yet." As soon as the words left his mouth, Alivia yanked the door open, glaring at him with pure resentment. "Is she dead?"

Jaired took a drag of his cigarette, a slight curve to his lips. "Not dead, but she might never wake up."

got what

twisted in malice. As she looked down, a murderous intent filled her eyes. Was there a way to ensure Brielle would never wake up? "Jaired, can you help me find a way? I want Brielle to stay asleep forever. Please, I'll do

years; surely he'd do anything for her. Saying this, she shed her clothes, looking deeply into Jaired's eyes. He looked down, tracing a finger along her porcelain skin.

dress her. Instead, he asked, "Has Kenzo reached out to

scandal rocking the Barnes family, Kenzo's phone was off. No one

maybe off to

to write a script, as

sighs than

hadn't pounced. Was she so cheap that even Jaired scorned her, just as Max had? Confusion took hold, her complexion turned deathly pale the last bit of color draining from her face. Clutching her

Jaired's face was amused as he cupped her chin, a grin in his eyes. "Think I'm rejecting you? I have particular tastes in bed;

As long as you

the smile vanishing from his face. "Really? Because I enjoy watching you with others. The louder you scream, the more excited I get. Can you