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.

and if so, was

powerless, he stood no chance against the Dorsey family. Despite years of searching, his struggles were child's play to

to the fate that he could never escape the Dorsey family's clutches. So, he began to demand money from Victoria recklessly.

was different, but

infidelities were as

to someone's daughter as

were all mad, Victoria most

solace in the neon haze of casinos, where he could feel

another night with him. And Everett, swallowing his disgust,

woman

live with dignity as a wealthy socialite? But Victoria didn't see it that way. In her mind, without Everett, she