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.

himself of both mother and daughter. But he

child ever born, and if so, was she still

Dorsey family. Despite years of searching,

fate that he could never escape the Dorsey family's clutches. So,

Dorsey family. He thought Max was different, but Max wasn't a true Dorsey, ironically enough. The Dorseys

unfaithful despite his fiancée, Ryan's infidelities were as regular

someone's daughter as a mere consort-what kind of man would

all mad, Victoria

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

simply beg for another night with him. And Everett, swallowing

woman

with dignity as a wealthy socialite? But Victoria didn't see it that way. In her