Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1223

When Jack went all in and she couldn't muster even a single point, she couldn't help but loathe her own selfishness. But now, she felt relieved she had only given that one tiny piece of herself. Still, that one piece was enough to haunt her endlessly.

She should have known better than to hope his fiery passion would linger. She was always the one overlooked, so why did she dare to dream otherwise?

She should have buried her secret heartache deep.

"Look at me, just keep looking at me," she would silently plead, especially during those moments when tears streamed down her face because of him. Only when she saw that fiery emotion still flickering in his eyes could she find some semblance of peace. Craving attention this desperately wasn't healthy.

So, she had to despise him.

She shouldn't have started wishing he'd always keep her close.

When he got bored and wanted to discard her, she could bounce back quickly-she was used to it.

But why couldn't he even spare the children?

Did he ever love her, or was it all just a figment of her imagination?

Brielle's head throbbed, and her chest felt like it was on fire.

Myles had intentionally anchored Brielle's memories here, hoping she'd take down Jack herself. He thought Brielle's emotions were purely hatred, a consuming hatred, but he didn't really understand her. Neither did Jack, back then.

In his memories, Brielle was always the one being forced, never showing him any warmth. Every time they tangled in bed, if he pushed too hard, she'd retaliate with cold, cutting words.

believed Brielle despised him more than anyone else in

is still

to the windowsill, her chest burning

hold it in, she coughed up blood and passed

her

doctor examined

vel

just emotional shock,

she

didn't say a word, just stared at

other hand, seemed amused, especially after Kenzo filled her in on Brielle and Jack's

"Jared, isn't it fascinating?"

Von

that, it was like driving a nail

"fascination" that had separated 001 and Irene. She would remember that, even

drank from the river

was used to it. He simply asked, "What

sat down and looked at

you find it fascinating? want Arthur dead. If you kill him for me, I'll let Brielle live. You must be thrilled. Brielle

at the base,

deny it he was

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