Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1034

Brielle had reached the end of her rope. Every move this guy made only confirmed her worst fears.

Max and King were the same person, just different sides of the same coin.

The thought was absurd and yet painfully true.

She couldn't take her eyes off King, searching for any hint of Max in his movements, his build, the way his fingers twitched.

Back at the casino, she'd felt something familiar about him but couldn't pin it down.

Her mind had blocked out the possibility of him being Max, which was why she'd found King so strangely familiar.

King stood up, waved the crowd away, and sauntered over to Brielle.

Brielle took a step back, then froze, realizing that if King had wanted her dead, he could've done it ages ago.

Even now, if he wanted to hurt her, he could do it with a flick of his wrist.

She couldn't harm that face, but he could end her with a snap of his fingers.

So she stopped retreating, her gaze fixed on the mask.

slightly, took her hand, and placed it

this gift

was playful, mocking, cutting deeper than

fingers shook, scared to pull too hard

pull away, but King's grip was firm. He started to remove the mask with her hand, her

Seeing this, he let go and

must sting, huh? Considering you and Max never

bubbling inside her. But he pinned her against the wall, his long fingers undoing

be gone, but his body's still here. Miss

leaned in,

came to

mask fell and shattered on the floor,

throbbed, her

her hand

this too,

to jelly at the sight of

him again but found herself powerless under his gaze. How could she ever hit that face, the one she could

in the fire

heart, he