Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 977

Brielle felt like she was trapped in an endless dream. One moment she was with her kids, the next she was surrounded by flames.

Then she heard Max's voice.

"If I can't be with you, I hope your life is safe and smooth."

It had to be a lie. It just had to be. As long as she kept her eyes shut, everything would stay a dream. But she kept hearing voices calling her name-Aubree, her brother Dustin, Ramey.

She was so tired, so very tired, and she really didn't want to wake up.

Dustin was at her bedside, watching as evening approached, his patience running thin. He even started to wonder if Brielle would spend her life in a vegetative state.

He turned to Ramey. "Is hypnosis an option? Can she handle the truth about losing Max when she wakes up?"

lost in a haze. Ramey's face was grim too. It was hard to believe Mr. Dorsey was gone. Mr. Dorsey had just fiercely acquired

mental state is extremely fragile. If I force it, it will only add to her burden. I need to wait until she's more stable before trying to hypnotize her." Which meant, inevitably, Brielle would wake up to

home on that plane, declaring her the most revered princess, everything would

guilt, especially seeing his sister lying in that hospital bed. He regretted not meeting her that night, regretted his

sat in tense silence, a group walked in from

generation of Dorsey International, and it's been neglected for years. If you want to know the cause of the fire, you should

family estate, which was nearly as desolate as Antonio's demise had left it. With Dorsey International now acquired

stand it any

Dorsey family estate. Aubree and the others, worried he might shoot the old man in a fit of rage, quickly followed. As vile as Michael was,

would certainly land DuBlood

works back home.

Michael was being held, only to find him engrossed in a TV report about the wildfire that had ravaged the Dorsey family's property. But only Michael knew the truth-that it wasn't just a manor, but a tomb prepared by the older generation for their

considering the boy's timid and unhinged nature, it seemed unlikely he would go to such lengths. What could have pushed Antonio over the edge? Michael had no idea, and he was eager to find out who perished in

just a brainwashed fool; alive or dead, his presence hardly mattered