Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1050

"Anything at all?"

King repeated her words, his eyes raking over her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in closer. "Really anything?"

Brielle was frozen, but remembering why she was here, she bit her lip and nodded.

"Yes."

All she wanted was to know if Max was still alive. If he wasn't, her own life felt meaningless; nothing mattered anymore.

King seemed to catch onto her thoughts, his breath hitching for a moment. For a split second, he genuinely wanted to strangle her. His hands found their way to her neck, tightening instinctively.

Yet, Brielle didn't even blink. She stared right at him, maybe recalling the sweet moments they once shared, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush.

In front of Max, she'd always been a bit shy, no matter how many times they'd been close. His face, those gentle eyes, always took her breath away.

But now, those familiar eyes were filled with complexity and anger. He looked like he wanted to tear her apart, to drag Max back from the dead and punish him over and over.

As his grip on her neck tightened, she stubbornly held his gaze.

Finally, King let go, his hand trailing down before pulling back. He didn't touch her, just left her hanging there.

She should be grateful that he was calmer now, not like before when he would have kept her by his side against her will.

Realizing this, she saw the frustration in his eyes as he pulled away from her.

Instinctively, she reached out to grab him, "Wait-"

before she could finish, King pushed her

wasn't like this before. How did he change so suddenly? He used to be forceful, making

the Dorsey estate, by his nature, he should have finished

hadn't shed any Dorsey blood. So, in the moment of killing Antonio,

Max's ways shape him anymore. He was in control now, and he had to act on his own terms. Turning back to Brielle, who sat on the bed, hair slightly messy and cheeks flushed against her pale skin, he felt

off the lights, and pushed her back onto

he

"Look at me!"

as he held

palms were sweaty with tension, and in the dim light, they could only

her deeply

was regretting it,

telling herself that this

this body and

his darker side, she couldn't accept it

pull away but

too late for

as if he was suppressing

"Max!"

out, suddenly reaching forward to hug the man

for a moment before fury

was thinking of

into her neck hard,

her

the dampness on his shoulder,