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.

strode over, grabbed her firmly, and headed towards

voice boomed with anger

Where do you think you're taking her?! Don't you

paused, turning to

person who should be saying

each other's throats was even more satisfying than Tiffanie

rage crossed Everett's eyes

and enjoy the show?

she had wondered why her

battered by Victoria and sought Everett's help

assault, the very reason Everett felt

the ugly

her, she reminded herself

she saw regret in Everett's

insults faded as

she was being

had once lived in harmony with his

filth of their lives, perhaps leaving

pushed into the

forget to buckle her

current home,

closed,

at him, finally understanding, and

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

for her phone, pretending

anger pinning her

crossing her

"Why?"