Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

No sooner had Victoria's words hung in the air than she whipped out her phone and dialed the Dorsey family's security team. Alivia didn't even make it to the front gate before she was promptly shown the door. She never imagined Victoria would one day turn on her and

kick her out with such disdain. Humiliation washed over her in waves.

Seething with anger and no place to vent, Alivia turned to the internet, continuing her tirade against Brielle with renewed vigor. After a dozen venomous posts, she was gearing up for more when she noticed something alarming every online handle had changed to real names. The cloak of anonymity had been stripped away, leaving everyone exposed. The online crowd was in a frenzy.

"What's going on? Did this app just go full real-ID on us? Why's my name showing?"

"Same here, and no warning? Just great."

"Oh no, is my boss gonna see what I said about them?"

"Have you guys checked out Alivia's Twitter? It's a total train wreck!"

seen someone

it backfired now. And that so-called insider? It turned out to be none other than a burner account run

come from a place of concern for

was disgusting, but this

to lower the

hasn't even acknowledged her existence, and there's Alivia, hopping mad. Awkward,

looking for

of verification and taking hours to process. It was far too late to hide her shame. With eyes bloodshot and teeth clenched, she read the

a statement from Dorsey International, they guessed that Mr. Dorsey was courting a woman could it be Brielle? If that were true, Brielle was being wronged big time. After all, the official word from Dorsey International was that she had turned down Max's advances. We're talking about Max here-how high must Brielle's

second glance?

ending up with Alivia was a wise move. The gossip brewed overnight, and Brielle's Twitter exploded with an additional hundred thousand comments asking why she had rejected

for someone's looks was universal acclaim, and Max's wealth, lineage, and striking features