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?"

strength to keep going. But Max did it for 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

I can only try hypnosis when the patient is conscious. Right now, Ms. Brielle's 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 the most revered princess, everything would be fine. But disaster struck instead. He bad entrusted the

bed. He regretted not meeting her that night, regretted his many hesitations, regretted not bringing her back to North

silence, a group walked in from outside the

Dorsey International, and it's been neglected for years.

still at the 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 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, showing up with a gun and killing him in cold

would certainly land DuBlood

works back home.

shoved open the door where 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

such lengths. What could have pushed Antonio over the edge? Michael had no idea,

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