Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 975

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

His laughter was piercing, the flames licking at his skin, sapping what little energy he had left. Flipping that switch had drained him completely. His eyes were wide open, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, blood filling his vision as well. "Boom!"

"Boom!"

The explosions kept coming.

Brielle thought she was dreaming, back at the orphanage on that dreadful night, surrounded by fire, the acrid smell of charred wood in the air. And that brave little girl who had saved her but perished in the flames.

She had buried that memory deep, but tonight it clawed its way back with a vengeance. She was struggling to breathe.

Opening her eyes, she could see nothing but thick smoke.

"Cough cough cough."

She scrambled to her feet, feeling dizzy from the smoke she'd inhaled. The room lights were barely visible through the heavy, dark smoke that seemed to cut her off from everything.

She stumbled to the door and yanked it open, only to be met with a wall of flames. Old memories came flooding back, and she stepped back, the voice of that little girl echoing in her head. So hot.

The heat was unbearable.

Brielle didn't dare venture out; she clutched her belly, fear gripping her as she moved towards the window. But outside was a disaster zone, explosions still echoing, timbers teetering precariously. Was she going to die?

Would she never see Max again?

so thick, her

"Brielle!"

"Brielle!"

but her eyelids were so heavy, she couldn't keep them open. What about the baby? Was the baby going to be

bear the

"Brielle, wake up."

mustered all her strength to open her

murmured, thinking she was witnessing

as if

get you out of

cough

clothes damp from rushing into

not far from the estate. Once we get out, we head straight for

was blurry as she nestled into his embrace, drawing comfort from

began to flow as she buried her face

felt a pang in his heart and hugged her

shielded in his arms, feel the heat outside, but she knew they were in grave danger. The sounds of

out. But she wasn't afraid; she only regretted

from grief or

irritation, she couldn't tell.

"Crash!"

noise as a section

herself falling out of Max's arms. He was holding up a burning

"Max."

appeared. Wrapped in a soaking wet blanket, he gasped at the sight of the two