Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 961

"Don't worry, as long as you play nice, she'll be fine."

Brielle let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Just as she was about to ask what he really wanted, his voice came through the line again, this time with an unsettling warmth. "Brielle, I've missed you."

Her whole body went rigid, a chill creeping down her spine, goosebumps popping up all over. This wasn't funny at all-it felt like he was spinning a ghost story.

She stayed silent, and he waited patiently on the other end.

After a minute, he chuckled, but his voice lost its warmth, turning darker.

"You better sweet-talk me a little, or I can't promise my guys won't do something to Aubree."

His lips curled into a smirk as he looked at a huge surveillance screen showing Brielle's face. In the cramped space of the car, she sat up straight, her expression calm but filled with disgust.

She was stunning, every expression captivating. The thought of hiding her away, out of sight from everyone else, was tempting. Was Max really holding her down every night, kissing her lips? Damn it. Brielle's grip on her phone tightened, a sense of horror creeping over her. Maybe it was the recent dreams about this man that made his sudden appearance so revolting and terrifying. But she had to stay cool. This guy was crazier than anyone she'd ever met.

we have some kind of

time she met him at the casino, she felt something familiar about him but could never

the dark, ready to strike when you least expected it. Obsessively watching her on the screen, his eyes clouded with

for sweet talk, and you're changing the

and disgusted. It had been a while since she left the Premier Palace. Max must have returned by now, right? Had he noticed she was gone?

for Max to come

was amusement and a chill in his tone, like he was watching

that's the thing with Max, too stubborn to let you know when

down Brielle's spine, fearing this was his tactic to break her

utterly devoted. You've been happy, but he's been in agony every minute. Especially as time goes on, he can hardly sleep

Max had indeed been bending over backward to be good to her indulging her without limits, ignoring everything else as if

love, everyone

present. All she wanted was simple: to start a family with Max,

it was selfish. A man with ambitions couldn't be