Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brodie rested his hands on the arms of his wheelchair.

"I heard she's not going to be able to keep the baby."

"Yeah, someone fed her birth control pills for three years without her knowing."

Brodie didn't need to be told; he knew this had Michael's fingerprints all over it. His father was a master of dirty tricks. Otherwise, Max wouldn't have ended up addicted to drugs.

"If you want Dorsey International, Brodie, I can make it yours."

Brodie glanced down at his legs, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.

"You don't really think what happened to my legs is your fault, do you?"

as he briefly met Brodie's gaze

hadn't been trying to force my hand, your

been dragged down by him. If anyone was to blame, it was Michael for being so ruthless. Michael valued financial wizards, and Brodie, who was all about pharmaceutical research, even with his early success, was just a nice addition to the Dorsey family, not the leader who would take them

to the table. After a moment, he cracked

stronger than

he said, there was indeed a causal link. But in truth, it was Michael who was to blame, yet Brodie couldn't muster any hatred. It wasn't that he was saintly, but after hiding away for so many years, his initial rage had faded. Even if Michael were to shoot him again now, all Brodie would feel was a sense of powerlessness. Unless he

stronger; he knew how to protect those who needed

advise you not to burn bridges with our father. It's pointless now. Do whatever you want; I really

Brodie was certain Max would prevail. Max was always unflappable, no matter the situation. If it weren't for his father's cruelty toward Brielle, Max probably wouldn't have taken on the Dorsey family. Brodie sighed, finally

the others in

as soon as Brodie said those words, he felt a deep sense of guilt toward Max. anyone in the Dorsey family had heart, it was Max. Or rather, he was the one least inclined

I would've left the Dorsey