Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1100

Once Joseph left, King finally realized that Brielle was fuming. Despite being trapped in his own web of painful memories, he was determined to lift her spirits. He remembered Dustin mentioning that Brielle adored diamond rings-the bigger, the better. His past gifts had missed the mark, but this time, he was sure he'd nail it. He tiptoed into the bedroom where Brielle was still asleep, her eyes rimmed with red from exhaustion. Her fair skin contrasted beautifully with her dark hair, making her look even more endearing. King gently measured each of her fingers, noting the sizes on his phone before heading out to the mall-a rare trip for him unless it was to pick clothes for Isaac. King personally selected every piece of Isaac's wardrobe, trusting no one else with the task.

Now, on a mission to buy rings for Brielle, King felt a sweet thrill of anticipation. The sales clerk, unfazed by the masked man-this was, after all, a place where people's quirks were their own business-listened as King laid out his request: "Ten diamond rings, in these sizes."

The clerk's eyes sparkled. "How big would you like the diamonds to be?"

"The bigger, the better," King replied without hesitation.

Eagerly, the clerk brought out the top ten most expensive rings, each one sporting impressively large gems. King glanced over them, satisfied that they'd meet Dustin's "bigger is better" criteria. He paid and left, clutching the rings as the clerk watched with envy, wondering who the lucky recipient might be.

carefully fitting each one onto her fingers. Despite her fatigue, Brielle didn't stir. King hoped that when she woke, the sight of

sense of youthful naivety. The dream shifted to a hospital scene where her cries for help were lost in her own sobs, the content of her pleas indistinct. She woke feeling a strange heaviness in her fingers and noticed the sunset outside. Its beauty

a deep breath, she

King being King. When he saw she was awake, his lips curved

do you like

found herself on the edge of laughter and frustration

sizes right, and the

this in all of

was as weightless as air; spending nearly three hundred million

these rings make it