Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1060

Of course, those training sessions were filled with their fair share of close encounters.

"Watch out for the recoil with this hand. Hold it steady," King instructed, standing right behind her, his breath tickling her ear as he guided her through disassembling a gun in seconds. "Little Canary, pay attention. This could save your life someday," he said.

The training room was packed with all kinds of weapons, but her hands were just too small for any of them. She'd mentioned wanting a custom-made one.

King's eyes had met hers then, with a look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking-that she might use that custom gun on him.

He wasn't into digging his own grave, so he pulled her close, a smirk on his lips, "Planning to make me bite the bullet?"

Brielle didn't say a word, but her silence was answer enough. That was the first time King tasted the bitterness of heartache.

He was suddenly reminded of his mother, the woman who had thrown herself into the royal family for love, only to end up in a miserable state. He thought he was different, that he could control his destiny. But love can't be forced, not even with mountains of gold could he win her smile.

So why bother being nice?

"Focus on your training. Miss a shot, and you'll be punished. You know how I like to punish you," he said, his tone casual as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling.

mind, I bet you'll improve quickly, won't

learn fast. Naturally talented, her shooting skills soon reached

a custom gun. Both had invested in her, yet it was Max

"Bang!"

her shot. The next second, she was pinned against

next day, and

was the same. Brielle practiced while King lounged on the couch, watching her progress from fumbling with parts to

his joy was short-lived. Brielle, gripping the gun, aimed it straight at

Calmly, he

thought about the consequences? I can destroy everyone you care about in Beaconsfield, including

were always so blunt. Brielle's

his newspaper, he wrapped his arms around

you still so disobedient?" he murmured. Brielle's body trembled, her shot going wide. Her

was like dancing on the edge of a cliff-romantic but deadly, never knowing when you'd

and when he wasn't, she felt lost and despondent. This time, King brought a man named Myles. From the first glance, Brielle felt something familiar

more frequent and more demanding. Brielle realized she had truly become his caged