Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 882

Chapter 882

Tiffany felt the sting of the slap as she tumbled to the ground, her cheek swelling up like a balloon. But Victoria wasn't done. She grabbed Tiffany's hair and unleashed a barrage of slaps, one after another, not stopping until she'd hit her a dozen times. "You're nothing but trash, just like your useless father! No wonder you're such a rotten apple, just like him!"

Just as the venomous words left her mouth, the door to the Dorsey house swung open. Victoria's eyes narrowed at the sight of the man entering, and she quickly tried to touch up her makeup.

"Everett, what brings you to the Dorsey place today?" she asked, clearly flustered.

Everett rarely visited the Dorsey household unless it was absolutely necessary, so his presence was a shock. Even at his age, Everett still had that magnetic charm of a mature man. Back in the day, when he was on stage, international critics would rave about his hands, calling them "kissed by the gods."

Everett had risen to fame early, slicing through the competition to become a world-renowned piano maestro. Yet, despite his success, he was forced to be with a woman who had been violated and impregnated, leaving his fiancée behind. His hatred for Victoria was matched only by his disdain for the entire Dorsey clan and maybe even Tiffany.

such filth, why

looked every bit the part of someone who wanted nothing to do with this place. Victoria scrambled to her feet, eager

of Victoria's years of devotion ending in such a pathetic state. Victoria, in response, kicked Tiffany squarely in the chest. Tiffany coughed

Victoria hurried to catch up with Everett. "Everett, tonight's the night we consummate our marriage," she

paused mid-step, turning

in tattoos and surrounded by a notorious crowd

death and thrown into the attic, only to crawl down days later, pale and

unsung tragedy, orchestrated by Victoria and Everett. But Everett held no regret; the child

bearing another

been desperately