Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1187

Myles survived the landslide, but not without a price. His legs, lost to a previous torture, left him confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Arthur wasn't completely clued in on the organization's inner workings. The group's main job was to supply the royal family with pharmaceuticals, and Irene made sure he stayed in the dark about the rest.

Arthur's team had pulled Myles from the debris-Myles, a top-tier hypnotist. The initial plan was to eliminate him until they discovered his connection to the Saudi King. As it turned out, Myles was the King's body double. Quite the twist. Just a day earlier, Myles had dropped a bombshell: the King was actually Max, the CEO of DreamTech Designs, battling dissociative identity disorder, and tangled in a mess with Brielle.

Arthur gave him a cold, hard stare. "Spill it. Everything you know."

Myles, wrapped in bandages and stuck in his wheelchair, was seething with hatred for his current state. It was all because of the King. If he hadn't been chosen as the King's double, he wouldn't be in this mess, a shadow of his former self. "Prince Arthur, when I first took on the role of the King's double, my feelings for Brielle were all mixed up. Brielle had the King's child, the one always by his side, but he thought she'd thrown the baby in the trash. That wasn't true." He said this with a hint of pride.

a coma for a month, completely unaware of what was happening. Joseph had

come to take the

and pregnancy took a massive toll on her. The delivery left her emaciated, her eyes large and

drown her child? Impossible. That was her

as soon as she tried to get out of bed. The child was taken from her sight, carried into the bathroom of the secluded hospital room, arranged by the King, complete

she heard was the

planned for the child not to survive, but the executing doctor, moved by compassion, merely immersed the child in warm water for a while. After a few minutes, the child was brought out, declared dead. Brielle kneeled by the hospital bed, watching this unfold, voiceless, unable to even scream. Her child was disposed of in front of her, thrown

nurse, paying off her husband's gambling debts and sending her off to

all this? If the King were