Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1039

The girl who brought the flowers was absolutely stunning. Just a single glance from her could mesmerize anyone with the sparkle in her eyes. But King and Max had seen plenty of beautiful faces in their time, most of them fleeting like fireworks-brilliant for a moment,

then gone without a trace. So when she handed him the flowers, he barely looked at her and gave a cold, "Thanks," and that was it.

King and Max were essentially the same person, just two halves of a complex personality. Each had their role to play, and neither was easily swayed by emotions. That day at Beaconsfield College, the auditorium was buzzing with applause. The girl was pushed forward by a group of dignitaries to stand next to him for a photo op. Camera flashes converged, and all eyes were on them.

King stayed quiet, lurking in Max's mind. He was aware of what was happening but didn't feel much about it-experiences like these were rare for him. Max didn't even glance at the girl, too preoccupied with Wall Street's latest numbers. King, similarly uninterested, had his thoughts tangled in data too. But as they left the stage, he couldn't resist a quick look.

look took his breath

of a winter's day, stirring emotions even in the stark contrast of her pupils. King thought to himself that Max probably had no idea who their birth mother was. Max was indifferent to everything, like a monk

of the Saudi royal family. She defied everything to be with her true love but ended in misery and disgrace. She always used to say, "Never love the wrong

even gods, to be selflessly devoted, but when it's their turn, they hope for understanding and empathy. King didn't want to be an untouchable deity, elevated and pure. He was flesh

to their mother, the debt was impossible to

setbacks in love, their mother was no fool-she carried the shrewdness of her royal upbringing. She revealed her identity asa Saudi princess and the royal lineage potential

the Dorsey household, interacting only with Martha. The child, named Max by their mother, carried her surname, though he

isolation in the attic, nearly starving, it was their mother who wept outside his door, a silent guardian. Even if he had known she was his mother,

When Martha realized Max's