Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"Mr. Haywood, still feeling under the weather?" Brielle's head throbbed intermittently, likely a lingering effect the doctor had warned her about.

"It's nothing, just a slight delay on my part. My bad," Donny immediately felt a wave of guilt. Ever since Mr. Haywood joined Stellar Stage Entertainment, he had been a standout, and now that he was recuperating, Donny regretted rushing him. Brielle stood up, ready to head out, but her phone rang. It was Aubree, talking about buying a house.

Their current project was wrapping up quicker than expected. Aubree and Ricardo were naturals, and their scenes had flowed smoothly from the start.

As John put it, once the camera started rolling, they became their characters flawlessly.

Aubree's old place was sold, and staying there indefinitely wasn't an option.

Brielle assured Donny, "I'll meet with the celebrity first thing tomorrow morning."

"Good, Mr. Haywood. I trust you. But remember, he's got a temper. If things get heated, make sure to look after yourself." Brielle mulled over his words carefully and nodded.

Aubree had her eye on a property in Pearl Estate, but no homes there were on the market.

me. My place

"I'm not

stammer out a response, while Aubree laughed on

in an upscale neighborhood, costing twice as much as Pearl Estate. It was a favorite among Beaconsfield's elite. Considering Aubree's rising star in showbiz and the inevitable paparazzi, a secure place was a

call from Mason about an urgent meeting held her back. She hurried

time settling into her new villa, ordering furniture, and hiring cleaners. By evening, she drove her shiny

days,

was met with darkness; the curtains were

furrowed as

a cleaning service. When she lived with Andrew, she did all the cleaning. Andrew, the high-and-mighty type, wouldn't

the wardrobe, everything

rest piled below.

while the men in her life rotated through a handful of suits