Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1014

Victoria was always the most selfish one in the Dorsey family. Sure, Michael was sneaky and underhanded, but at least he kept the family afloat back in the day. And when it came to his only daughter, he pretty much spoiled her rotten. Even though Michael didn't think much of girls, he let Victoria have a lot of freedom. That's probably why, once she set her sights on Everett, she chased him everywhere, leading to that mess later on.

Victoria was sprawled on the couch when she heard the front door creak open. Her eyes flicked around, and she jumped up, shoving all her dirty clothes under the couch.

The maids had quit a week ago because they couldn't handle her constant nitpicking.

It had to be Everett coming back. She was sure he still had feelings for her. I mean, even a cat or dog gets attached after so many years, right? So, how could he not?

Everett, looking sharp in his suit, stood at the entrance. Compared to Victoria's worn-out look, he seemed like a brand-new man. He walked in with a certain energy, heading straight upstairs.

He was here to pack. He'd been paying investigators to track down his first love and their child, but the Dorseys had always blocked him. Now that the family had fallen, he had found out his child was alive and doing well. A son, and a successful one at that. But his first love had died young, a regret he would carry forever. Still, he was determined to meet his son.

"Everett, you came back to see me!" Victoria exclaimed, rushing to hug him.

unpleasant but unavoidable.

was unmistakable, like he wanted to burn

finally get to say what

to pack. Victoria watched him obsessively. "What do you want to say?"

have much, but among his things were a few gifts from his first love, locked away for years by the Dorsey patriarch to control him. The humiliation of being

the suitcase open, revealing tokens of love

puppy toy into

the hair and dragged her out, ignoring

say is, sleeping with you was utterly disgusting. Get

felt like her scalp was being torn off, and then the door slammed shut on her. She pounded on the door, sobbing, but Everett was too absorbed in the letters,

Liberated at last!

his

door to find

her eyes