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

voice boomed with

Don't you

paused, turning to

the last person

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

crossed Everett's eyes as he glared

other while you stand back and enjoy the show? You're really something!" Tiffanie curled her lips but didn't look at Mason; instead, she focused

nights, she had wondered

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

the very reason Everett felt chained to the Dorsey family. She was just seven

glimpse into the ugly

she reminded herself that one

now, she saw regret in Everett's eyes, and it was

insults faded as

was being

place where Mason had once

exposed the filth of their lives, perhaps leaving

silent, pushed

to

home, Mason pulled

door closed, silencing the

him, finally understanding, and spoke

I pack my things and leave? Don't

phone, pretending to

his anger pinning her against the

crossing her

"Why?"