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.

different; even on the way in, she could sense the

colder,

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

Max had a child; how could he not have had

he had a mistress hidden

of what the Haywood family had

to give in to Lillian,

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

let's give your room to Lillian. Her clothes are piling up, and don't worry, we'll restore it to how it was before you return." Brielle's mind was a whirlwind of chaos, so much so that she didn't want

spread from her hand; someone

King

""Not feeling well?"

just didn't sleep

the movers to bring in the stuff but hurried towards

she

blinked her sore eyes, hearing the noise of moving outside, and rubbed her

was filled with women's clothes, and they were styles she liked

a cold sweat breaking out on her

in, familiar

through Max's memories,

felt

with

body

.