Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1218

What did he love about her?

He loved her cautious timidity, the way she pretended to be strong, only to reveal her vulnerability. Did he love her stubborn pride, holding on despite everything? She didn't understand. She was selfish, truly. Even when he gave his all, she couldn't muster even a little in return.

She could be kind to Spencer without a second thought because she knew Spencer never loved her. Being good to him was easy, without the burden of expectation. But with him, she was hesitant, always worried that his infatuation would be fleeting, like a passing cloud. Maybe he'd fall for someone else just as intensely as he claimed to love her. With nothing to her name, how could she dare to commit her heart?

She often snapped at him, "Why do you keep staring at me? You're so annoying, gross." Yet, deep down, she reveled in his attention, hoping he'd never look away, wishing his gaze would forever linger on her. When he pressed her, she'd feign disgust. "One day, I might just kill you myself." But her heart whispered the opposite. "Before I kill you, I'd sacrifice myself first."

All the disdain from King's perspective, the fragments Brielle grasped in her dreams, now unfolded in this dream with such clarity. Pregnant, she was always anxious, worried her body was changing, fretting over his prolonged absences. She'd find subtle ways to draw his attention, signaling her reluctance towards their unborn child, ensuring he could never stray far from her. Anyone else might have crumbled under such treatment, but he seemed blissfully clueless, content just watching her, never leaving. This brought her peace, filling the void of security she never had.

hint of true reciprocation. Previous dreams felt like veils of mist, obscuring clarity. But seeing clearly now, Brielle realized how selfish she had been during their time together.

and she heard he intended to drown the baby, reality dawned on her. Perhaps he was tired, perhaps his gaze had, wandered. After all, it took him buta moment

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his nature; love arrived swiftly and departed just as quickly. She shouldn't have harbored any

intense connection as if it never existed. She never should have held

disappearance,, as if a black hole was consuming them, erasing everything. How could this be? The pain intensified, her surroundings unknown. The Sound of

King, and you're my

loved him. You were forced, right? Don't worry, you'll come

stand-in. He doesn't deserve it! He's just

had lost