Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1217

Brielle hadn't woken up yet, still feeling like the world around her was spinning, her head heavy and foggy. It was as if she was curled up in a tiny space, her body stiff from being in that position for too long. But it didn't quite feel like that either. Her mind was flooded with images, and this time, she clearly saw the man from her dreams. The man had Max's face, smiling at her, showering her with gifts.

"Little Canary, do you like this?"

"Little Canary, do you want to go back to class? Then beg me."

He had a sparkle in his eyes, and in the dead of night, he would gaze into her face, holding her hand, kissing it tenderly. Because of her engagement to Spencer, she had always resisted getting close to other men. But King, he barged into her world without asking if she wanted him there. He was forceful, reckless, compelling her to accept his presence.

He gave it all-love, wealth, even dignity. It felt like a heavy burden. A burden that made her fear she couldn't reciprocate such feelings. King's world had room only for him, so he cared for nothing else and hoped she'd do the same. That so-called love was a shackle, binding her tightly, leaving her immobile. Even a casual conversation with another man would drive him insane. And his way of madness was often to punish her in bed. Even if she cried out in pain, he'd only ask if it felt good.

to win someone's heart, only making things worse. In Brielle's world, she had always been acutely aware of one thing: she wasn't that important. To the world, she was just a drop in the ocean. To the Haywood family, she was

their flaws. Hers seemed incurable, with no one willing to cure them, so she gradually accepted her insignificance. But then this person came along, his passion overwhelming. His

understanding of her inner world. She began to hate him, or rather, forced herself

to?

Brielle's loneliness, no one

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that tiny, most. humble part of her, hidden deep within, constantly tried to communicate with

didn't care for her. Her earnest efforts at work only bred suspicion. Her fiancé's sarcasm, all of it felt like immense pressure, burying the most humble part of her deep under. In truth, she longed to be seen. So, the more intense King's gaze, the happier she became. The colder her expression, the more she melted under his

at first sight? "Little Canary, my studious girl, I could