Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 827

Brielle sat in the passenger seat, her eyes red from crying as she stared blankly out the window.

Aiden glanced at her, concerned. "Brielle, are you okay? You're shaking."

She tried to speak, but her throat felt blocked. She couldn't stop trembling. The clues were right there: Dustin had avoided everyone else and sent an email to Keiran about her, and her DNA tests had been tampered with repeatedly. If she didn't put the pieces together now, she'd be a fool.

But what had happened to Dustin?

The truth was within reach, but Dustin had vanished because of it, and no one knew where he was. She had to hold onto this secret tightly. Was Dustin the only one who knew the real story? Would the mastermind let him live? Who could it be?

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she gripped her phone tightly. Even Keiran's calls were getting cut off, proof she was being watched, and so was everyone around her. If someone as skilled as Dustin could disappear, the betrayal had to come from someone close. Someone he never suspected.

How long had this game been going on?

Panic surged within her, and she bit her lip hard. She couldn't trust anyone; she had to wait for Max. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her shaking body.

"I'm fine," she muttered, even though her head felt like it was about to explode.

Aiden and Addison sat beside her. Brielle pulled out a silver pistol and began disassembling and reassembling it, a new skill she'd learned. Addison, though quiet and a woman, was a fierce fighter and a great teacher. Noticing Brielle's mood, Addison signaled Aiden to keep quiet.

The car grew tense.

outside, realizing this had all been foreshadowed, like the lies about Mark's identity. He'd been part of every critical moment, and she'd never

mentor who shared hardships and knitted scarves with her could be

else could be like

got. She felt like a puppet, her life controlled

sat with a

knelt before

mask, the man checked the sender, a slight smile on his

send this email

to speak. One started to,

chambered a round, silencineret

him

with a single shot.

others, drenched in sweat, pressed

account quickly, years of

and destroyed, all accounts wiped

you want Brielle's

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