Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1121

Everett finally snapped, his hand flying up to deliver a stinging slap.

"You piece of trash! No wonder you said those things to me today, this was your plan all along!"

Tiffanie's mouth was smeared with blood. Hearing his words, she raised an eyebrow and gave a small, silent smile. This was the scene she had orchestrated, but in this moment, she found no joy in it, only a deep, lingering sadness. But why feel sad? She couldn't quite grasp it. After all, this was part of her grand scheme.

When Victoria and Everett hurt her, she aimed straight for Everett's heart.

What had Mason done wrong?

Absolutely nothing. But sometimes, just being born was the mistake, like her, like Mason.

So, questioning what Mason did wrong was pointless.

Sighing, Tiffanie felt an odd sense of relief wash over her.

Every day with Mason had been filled with unhappiness. Now, it was time to end it all.

She licked the blood off her lips-a deliberate act. Each time she wanted to seduce Mason, this was her go-to move.

Mason had said her innocent looks contrasted with such actions, driving him wild.

Naturally, this led to their tumultuous encounters in the bedroom.

But she knew, at this moment, Mason probably wished she was dead.

After cleaning the blood from her lips, Tiffanie smiled at them.

"I'll leave you to your reunion. I'm outta here."

She walked to the sofa, bent down, and picked up her handbag.

however, strode over, grabbed her firmly,

with anger

taking her?! Don't

to

last person who should

each other's throats was

crossed Everett's eyes as he glared at

goal, huh? Watching us hurt each other while you stand back and enjoy the show?

she had wondered why her father

by Victoria and sought Everett's help that he

her mother's assault, the very reason Everett felt chained to the

first glimpse into the

insulted her, she reminded herself that one day he would regret

in Everett's eyes,

insults faded

was being led away

that cottage, the place where Mason had once lived

exposed the filth of their lives, perhaps leaving

pushed into the

forget to buckle

their current home, Mason pulled her

closed, silencing

at him, finally understanding,

leave? Don't worry, I'll call the

her phone,

his anger pinning her against the

from the impact, a grimace crossing her face. Looking up,

"Why?"