Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1008

The pain in her hand surged, and she lifted it to inspect her palm-a mess, fingertips smeared with blood.

In the next moment, her gaze shifted to the tall wall nearby, where a man sat, unnoticed until now. His face was hidden behind a mask. He leaped from the wall and approached her swiftly. "King?"

"Does it hurt?" The voice was unmistakably King's.

But how? King had just left. How did he reappear so suddenly?

In a flash, Brielle's senses snapped back. It dawned on her; there had always been two Kings. One was the real deal, the other a stand-in.

Facing the masked man, Brielle stayed silent, her mind racing. She thought back to that night at the Premier Palace, the night she thought was a dream. She'd seen King on the ground floor, and then, upon reaching the second floor's bedroom door, she saw him again. She never imagined there could be two Kings, bound together for some reason, mirroring each other in every move, even their voices indistinguishable. Not just their voices, but their demeanor towards her was strikingly similar.

But who were they, really?

Brielle lowered her eyes, withdrawing her hand. She didn't care whether this person was the stand-in or the real deal. She had questions that needed answers, and a hunch pushing her forward.

Rising, she headed for the alley's exit. King remained where he was, making no move to follow.

Limping, Brielle's panic during the encounter had cost her a shoe. After all, she had been dressed for a banquet that night. Now, her gown was soiled, and her high heel was broken. It felt like she was Cinderella, post-midnight, returning from the prince's ball, leaving her crystal slipper behind in the alley to be found by the prince.

damaged high heel. He knelt on one knee, cradled the shoe in his palm, and gently kissed

he call you cruel?" he murmured.

to investigate something! Her excitement was palpable; she was eager

beautiful. From

down. "Do

chill emanating from the man, Isaac hurriedly shook his head. "Only

man sighed in relief,

told

Don't talk too much with them, espécially

His words

resentment. "Masters of deception."

somewhat confused, looked up and then slowly nodded. He felt the grip tighten, as if fearing he'd leave, just as Mommy had left them

limped back to

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arrived just as she finished showering and changing Still in his exquisite suit, he was advising someone on the phone against rash actions. Unbuttoning a few buttons at the neck, he seemed uncomfortable. Spotting

"Enjoyed your evening?"

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