Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 922

As long as the Dorsey family stood strong, Everett was stuck by her side.

"Can I come with you, please?"

She pleaded, her eyes begging him to look back at her. But Everett was always cold towards her, his disdain barely hidden. "What for? To show everyone I'm still tied to you? Can't you make your own friends instead of trailing me like a lost puppy?"

He was beyond fed up with this woman who wouldn't give him a moment of privacy. In the early years, any time he turned her down, she'd run crying to Michael, airing her grievances.

Once a celebrated pianist admired worldwide, Everett was now a man living at the mercy of others. Every time Victoria had an emotional meltdown, it led to his public humiliation. In Beaconsfield's social circles, he was invisible. Behind closed doors, people whispered that Everett was just a pretty face kept by Victoria, nothing more than a plaything for her desires.

No man could endure such indignity.

Everett despised Victoria and the wretched child she bore. Whenever he heard that Victoria had hit Tiffanie, a twisted sense of satisfaction filled him. And Victoria, eager to appease him, treated Tiffanie like an animal.

he could rid himself of both mother and daughter. But he couldn't. He

born, and

and powerless, he stood no chance against the Dorsey family. Despite years of searching, his

escape the Dorsey family's clutches. So, he began to demand money from Victoria recklessly.

believed there wasn't a single sane person in the Dorsey family. He thought Max was different, but Max wasn't a true Dorsey,

unfaithful despite his fiancée, Ryan's infidelities were as regular as meals, the eldest William was deviously cunning, and

eyes. To be bound to someone's daughter as a mere

mad, Victoria most

count of the billions. Like a gambler, he indulged himself, finding solace in the neon haze of casinos, where he could feel alive amid the nocturnal illusions. In such a state, winning was impossible, and

She wouldn't get angry; she'd simply beg for another night with him. And Everett, swallowing his disgust,

normal woman would

fortune for it? With money and time, couldn't she live with dignity as a wealthy socialite? But