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.

grabbed her

boomed with

taking her?! Don't you care about what happened to your

turning to

last person

and son at each other's throats was even more satisfying than Tiffanie

and then rage crossed Everett's eyes as he glared at

enjoy the show? You're really something!" Tiffanie curled her lips

wondered why

she was battered by Victoria and sought Everett's help that he

father was unknown; she was the result of her mother's assault, the very reason Everett

first glimpse into the ugly

insulted her, she reminded herself that one day he

saw regret in Everett's eyes, and it

faded

she was being

where Mason had

filth of their lives, perhaps leaving even the spirits

silent, pushed

to buckle

their current home,

closed, silencing

up at him, finally understanding,

I pack my things and leave? Don't

reached for her phone, pretending

his anger pinning her against the

impact, a grimace crossing her face. Looking up, she saw tears streaking

"Why?"