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.

him more than anyone

hatred is still a

her chest

in, she

immediately called for Jared. After Jared carried her to

examined

vel

emotional shock, probably triggered by

serious, she just needs to

a word, just stared at Brielle's face,

hand, seemed amused, especially after Kenzo filled her in on Brielle and Jack's messy history. She couldn't

"Jared, isn't it fascinating?"

Von

that, it was like driving

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

the river of forgetfulness, she'd remember

was used to it. He simply asked,

sat down and looked at

dead. If you kill him for me, I'll let Brielle

you did at the

deny it he was indeed

swhowed