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.

despised him more than anyone else

is still

Brielle clung to the windowsill, her chest burning like it was on

in, she

immediately called for Jared. After Jared carried her to the bed, he fetched the island's

doctor examined

vel

emotional shock,

she just

say a word, just

especially after Kenzo filled her in on Brielle and Jack's messy

"Jared, isn't it fascinating?"

Von

time she asked questions like that, it was like

001 and Irene. She would remember that, even

she drank from the river of forgetfulness, she'd

was used to it. He simply asked,

and

dead. If you kill him

did at the base,

deny it he

swhowed