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.

even on the way in, she could sense the warmth

body grew colder, her steps

landed on Isaac. Could Isaac's

he not have had other

he had a mistress hidden away

by memories of what the Haywood family had said

You need to give in to Lillian, understand? You're the older sister after

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

let's give your room to Lillian. Her clothes are piling up, and don't worry, we'll restore

from her hand;

King

""Not feeling well?"

didn't

the movers to bring in

she knew where the master bedroom

of moving outside, and rubbed her temples.

was filled with women's clothes,

a cold sweat

in,

through Max's memories,

felt

it with his own

body

.