Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1161

Orla had been holed up in her room ever since she arrived at the castle, not once setting foot outside.

That all changed when the door creaked open, revealing a man standing on the other side. Her eyes narrowed as she took him in.

Who was this?

This man, Max, didn't look anything like Simone, but Orla felt a sudden, inexplicable warmth toward him. She'd been gone for so long, too long to let herself hope for much, so she stayed quiet, sitting tensely.

King was never good with these kinds of situations, and Max wasn't any better. So there he stood, silent in the doorway for what felt like ages before finally speaking up. "The Dorsey family isn't what it used to be. Mother Simone has passed away. Aunt, wherever you want to spend your later years, I'll find you a suitable place."

Orla's heart clenched. She had braced herself for Simone's fate, but hearing it out loud brought tears to her eyes. Simone was the sister she couldn't bear to leave behind, the reason she fought so hard to escape that facility. Now, with her sister gone, everything seemed meaningless.

No, not everything.

quite the looker, inheriting his mother's stunning beauty. Simone had always been the talk of the town, especially after her visits to Beaconsfield, where people couldn't stop raving about her looks. This child, her nephew, carried none of Simone's naivety, which was

like to stay here, even if just as a maid," she said softly. She had spent twenty-eight long years in that place and was no longer willing to face

"Aunt, if Mother knew you were still alive, she'd be overjoyed. I'm currently dealing with

effects. If his aunt

were a boon, giving him more control over their shared body. But now with Brielle captured

loving Brielle

to reach such an enlightenment. King could sense that Max was ready to take over at any moment, but his spirit was still weakened by the drugs' impact. "Could

Dorsey sibling struggled for so

in the drug's creation, and despite the third sibling's genius and fortunate absence

their efforts were

in vain.