Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 946

Tiffanie couldn't blame Everett. If she were him, she'd probably want to wipe the entire Dorsey family off the face of the Earth too. Everett had endured years of manipulation under their thumb, even down to his most intimate moments. It was a miracle he hadn't lost his

mind already.

She got it. She really did.

But after just being sold out by Victoria, followed by her berating, a sliver of malice crept into Tiffanie's heart.

"Everett, someone's gotta want me still, right?"

A sarcastic chuckle came from the other end of the phone. "Who would be so blind? Unless they're actually blind, you're just like Victoria, cheap." Tiffanie's lashes fluttered down, and she glanced up at the brooding sky, the darkness in her swelling. Yet, all she let slip was a soft sentence.

"Everett, I really wonder, what did I do wrong all these years?"

Her voice even carried a hint of a sob.

"Your very existence is a mistake. Thinking that a scum like you could live in peace all this time, while I don't even know where my own child is, makes me loathe every single person in the Dorsey family."

Everett's chest heaved with a mix of madness and pain.

"I really wish your plane crashes."

that, Everett hung

stood outside the airport, the vulnerability on her

popped up, casually asking if she planned on leaving the country. He'd

Accidentally?

tracking her every

insults, cold indifference, and intentional hurts, Tiffanie's inner

just told me that no one

Tiffanie had ever responded to one

surrounded by the company's executives. With the business demanding

moment, he

texts

of abandon,

even wondering if his inexperience in love had disappointed

he hadn't intended to get involved with Tiffanie. From their

been

on to him,

shook his

joined him on trips to

to a friend, who teasingly asked if he'd encountered a

strings along multiple love interests. To them, Mason was just one fish in a pond full of many - once caught, no longer

back almost instantly, bristling at the criticism. He couldn't stand anyone speaking