Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

King had no idea his son had been thinking about all this.

Damn it.

Why was it so hard to say "honeymoon suite"?

What's the big deal?

He cleared his throat and walked back into the living room. There was Brielle, already busy directing the staff to pack things up, looking eager and impatient. Honestly, this was the happiest he'd seen her since they got back to Beaconsfield.

Really? Just a Premier Palace and she's this thrilled?

What goes on in Brielle's mind at her age?

He couldn't help but smirk a little.

Leaving the rest to the moving company, Brielle, King, Isaac, and Noir all piled into the car, ready to head over first.

There were still a lot of people at Premier Palace, including Wesley.

For some reason, even though she'd never been there before, Brielle felt an odd sense of familiarity.

The couplets by the door, the big lanterns in the yard, even the smiling butler.

But this familiarity didn't bring comfort; it sparked panic.

She'd heard from the Dorsey family that Max's Premier Palace was cold and uninviting, more like a hotel than a home.

on the

body grew colder, her steps more

eyes involuntarily landed on Isaac. Could Isaac's mother have

Max had a child; how could he not have had other women

a mistress hidden

memories of what the Haywood family had said

need to give in to Lillian, understand?

with that; it's a gift for Lillian. Your gift is over

and don't worry, we'll restore it

felt warmth spread from

turned to see King looking

""Not feeling well?"

just didn't

movers to bring in the stuff but hurried towards the

how she knew where the

noise of moving outside, and rubbed her temples. Taking advantage of

was filled with women's clothes, and they were

stiffened, a cold sweat

walked in, familiar

Max's memories,

felt

it with his

body

.