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.

suppress the darkness within, wishing he could rid himself of both mother and daughter. But he couldn't. He had to find

ever born, and if so,

family. Despite years of searching, his struggles were child's play to the Dorsey

had finally given up. He resigned himself to the fate that he could never escape the Dorsey family's clutches. So, he began to demand money from Victoria recklessly. And Victoria, the fool, complied,

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

despite his fiancée, Ryan's infidelities were as regular as meals, the

of resentment crossed Everett's eyes. To be bound to someone's

all mad, Victoria

her, so much so that he'd lost 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

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

normal woman

she live with dignity as a wealthy socialite? But Victoria didn't see it