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

outside the airport, the vulnerability on her face vanishing

if she planned on leaving

Accidentally?

wry smile to Tiffanie's face. Mason was probably tracking her every move, waiting on her like a puppy eager

text. Mulling over the years of Everett's insults, cold indifference, and intentional hurts, Tiffanie's inner darkness magnified

just told me that no one

time Tiffanie had

by the

he could only

texts

night of abandon, Tiffanie had kept

love had disappointed her in bed, leading her to leave without a word back to

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

she had been the one

on to him,

that shook his

on

vented to a friend, who teasingly asked

interests. To them, Mason was just one fish in a pond full

that," Mason snapped back almost instantly, bristling at the