Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1365

Brielle stood right there, next to Isaac, when chaos erupted. Almost instinctively, she wrapped him in her arms, taking the hit herself as a knife plunged into her shoulder.

Leona was livid, her curses slicing through the air like knives. "Who the hell told you to help Emma? If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be getting dragged through the mud by everyone! This is all your fault!" "Damn it! Brielle! Aubree! You all deserve a one-way ticket to hell! Ha! I'll end you!"

Pain contorted Brielle's face, but the bystanders were already dialing 911. As the cops dragged Leona away, she was still screaming, her sanity seemingly shredded by the relentless online backlash.

An ambulance whisked Brielle away, with Isaac sobbing uncontrollably beside her, his tears making him hiccup. Brielle, oddly, felt more disturbed by Isaac's crying than the pain in her shoulder. "It's okay, really. It doesn't hurt that much."

The knife was still lodged in her shoulder, painting her entire shoulder red with blood, as the medics didn't dare remove it before reaching the hospital. Isaac was in shock when the knife was aimed at him, its cold glint aimed straight for his eyes. He wondered, fleetingly, if he was going to be blinded.

But then, a warm embrace enveloped him. The pain wasn't his to bear; it had been transferred to Brielle. Tears welled up in Isaac's eyes as he clung to Brielle's clothes. Throughout the ordeal, Brielle kept comforting him, her hand gently stroking his head, trying to soothe his rattled nerves.

It wasn't until they reached the hospital that King arrived, panic etched all over his face.

"Brielle!"

the doctors attending to her, King's eyes immediately reddened, and he kissed her hand over and over.

felt a warm flutter in her chest. "I'm fine,

can it

swollen from crying, and gently ruffled his hair,

waiting outside. "Find out who's behind

Joseph nodded, understanding the

of cake. They didn't even realize

with such formidable opponents, they didn't dare retaliate and fled the country overnight, leaving Leona, now incarcerated, to her fate. Leona's vendetta against Brielle and Aubree stemmed from Emma publicly thanking them in her livestream for

process. Meanwhile, Emma, the "wretch," had triumphed over her, securing the top spot in

consumed with bitterness. It was all Brielle's fault, all Aubree's fault, all

of

Sin the vel

changed hands in less than two days, a direct consequence of Leona's actions, which also came