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?"

her. Knowing Brielle, waking up probably wouldn't change much; she'd just drift through her days, 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 Dorsey International, giving

her burden. I need to wait until she's more stable before trying to hypnotize her." Which meant, inevitably, Brielle would wake up to the news of Max's death. Dustin felt agitated, his eyes reddening with the strain. But he was powerless, damned

and he got her back home on that plane, declaring her the most revered princess, everything would be fine. But disaster struck instead. He bad entrusted the Beaconsfield folks to take care of

lying in that hospital bed. He regretted not meeting her that night, regretted his many

tense silence, a group walked in from outside the ones

and it's

old Dorsey family estate, which was nearly as desolate as Antonio's demise had left it. With Dorsey International now acquired and Antonio having no heirs, those shares inevitably ended up back with Michael. Money wasn't an issue for Michael now,

couldn't stand

old 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, showing up with a gun and killing him in cold blood in legal trouble.

would certainly land DuBlood

works back home.

wildfire that had ravaged the Dorsey family's property. But only Michael knew the truth-that it wasn't just a manor,

considering the boy's timid and unhinged nature, it seemed unlikely he would go to such lengths. What could have pushed Antonio

didn't care. The man was just a brainwashed fool; alive