Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1171

Irene stayed quiet, the blaring alarms echoing around her. She glanced down at the switchblade in her hand. The world seemed to tilt beneath her, the crashing planes exploding like fireworks in the night sky.

She wiped the blade silently, surveying the hell she had created.

Rain poured harder, making the alarms even more piercing.

She stood tall, unyielding.

Kenzo was gone, vanished without a trace. Irene, distracted for just a moment, hadn't noticed him leave.

Jaired knelt before her.

"It's my fault."

"Enough."

Irene managed a small smile, dabbing at the blood on his cheek with her fingertip, then tasting it on her lips. Salty.

"Brielle! Brielle!"

King was still searching through the chaos, but no one knew where Brielle was being held. He burst into a basement, hoping to find her there. Instead, he found a woman, wary and watchful.

King didn't get a good look at her face and quickly retreated when he realized she wasn't Brielle, throwing over his shoulder, "Get out now, or you're dead." As he slammed the basement door behind him, the roar outside grew louder.

Sarah thought she recognized him, but there wasn't time to think. She had to escape.

searched every room for Brielle,

voices in several languages demanding

only then that King remembered the woman he had seen, rushing

"Mom."

Sarah's wrist and dragging her towards

"Take her and go!"

word "Mom," Sarah froze, disbelief in

it couldn't be her son. Her son had no

she thought the boy must have mistaken her for someone else, but before she

into the helicopter

"Brielle! Brielle!"

King was desperate now.

thought she heard someone calling her name, but she was too disoriented,

blood

carried, unsure of where they were

carrying her, his other hand

"Cough, cough, cough."

Brielle coughed weakly.

stiffened momentarily

them through; he was drenched, and so was Brielle,

demanded coldly,

Myles,

the blindfold ripped from her eyes, and her pupils shrank at the chaos

with the taste of blood, the nauseating feeling of being force-fed still churning incher stomach, her lips and teeth coated with the

to her mouth, she truly thought her tongue would be cut