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

child ever born, and

Despite years

given up. He resigned himself to the fate that he could never escape the Dorsey family's clutches. So, he began to demand

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

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

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

were all mad, Victoria

the neon haze of casinos, where he could feel alive amid the nocturnal illusions. In such a state, winning was impossible,

matter to Victoria. She wouldn't get angry; she'd simply beg for another

woman

money and time, couldn't she live with dignity as a wealthy socialite? But Victoria didn't see it that way. In her mind, without Everett, she might as well be