Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1055

She thought she had him all figured out, so she made a bold request.

"Let's get this over with in one go," she said, longing to return to her normal life.

No sooner had the words left her lips than he tossed aside his mask, grabbed her, and threw her onto the bed.

"All at once?" His voice was cold. "Seems I've been too gentle with you."

Terrified, Brielle scrambled to the far side of the bed, but his grip on her ankle was firm, leaving her unable to move.

It was then she realized the violent streak hidden beneath his charming facade. Unreasonable. Terrifying.

Sensing her fear, King softened his demeanor and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Stay close to me, Little Canary."

Brielle remained silent, passively accepting everything he imposed on her. He did whatever he pleased, showering her with gifts that felt more like shackles. If she refused, his temper exploded.

like a caged bird. But none of it made her happy;

his fingertips with a handkerchief, as if avoiding contamination. Outside, the mournful wails and muffled gunshots filled

tossed his handkerchief aside. A bodyguard dutifully picked it up and left the room. He beckoned her, like

she approached, he pulled her into his arms. Instinctively, she wanted to resist, but the memory of those men

her tighter, lifting her hand to scrutinize it. "Soft and

was so casual, as if the lost lives

Brielle

studies, eager for her

her professors and secure a position at Dorsey International, where competition was fierce

starkly different demeanor, her dreams shattered. She longed to

both names dripping with mockery, making her

Had she known it would lead to this, she would have kept

had a way with women. Others might have

seeing nothing wrong