Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1501

Finally, she perfected her makeup, and as the clock hit the hour, she kicked off her live stream. Her fans had been waiting eagerly, the air thick with buzz about Emma's rumored marriage, which had been lighting up the trending charts. Yet, she'd kept them guessing so far. "Hey everyone, it's Emma. Feels like forever, doesn't it?" she greeted.

The chat blew up instantly, everyone clamoring to know if the whispers about her hitching up with the mysterious Mr. Zero were true.

Reading the sea of well-wishes and concerned messages, Emma felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

"No, guys, I'm not married to Mr. Zero. Honestly, I wouldn't recognize him if I bumped into him on the street," she confessed.

But the questions kept coming, mixed with a few harsh voices throwing insults, branding her a sellout.

Emma's eyes dropped, feeling the sting of their words. "I'm sorry for letting you down. I've had a lot on my mind, but here I am, back like before. To those who stick by me, thank you. To those who don't, I understand." The chat settled down, the trolls temporarily silenced.

Emma carried on chatting, just like the good old days, though it was clear everyone was curious about her "husband." She kept that topic under wraps.

he hadn't seen her so lifeless in that hospital bed, he'd think everything was fine. Lighting a cigarette, Dustin watched the stream, thinking about her calling out for Mr.

was still at a loss about where things had gone wrong. He sent Emma a message. "Don't overdo the streaming,

at her phone during the live stream but stayed unfazed, continuing

frustration bubbling up, taking a deep breath before

upstairs. The villa was spacious enough that any crying wouldn't disturb her. After ending the stream,

"I have to admit, my knife skills aren't quite as artistic as Dustin's. He turns

"Mom, I prefer yours, always. It's just us now. I'll keep working hard, and if you ever fancy some gold, I'll buy you some every week. It's a smart investment,

Dustin but stood by Emma's choices. "Emma, whatever you

eyes welled up with tears, the weight of everything pressing down on her. "Mom,

away. "Let's not dwell on the past. You've forgiven my old ways, and that's all I need. We'll figure this out together." Peyton's change of heart was a rare comfort. Emma took a deep breath, "I'll work

the other side, Dustin, still waiting e for a reply, felt puzzled and restless. That night, struggling to sleep,

replied this time. "No, very

Now, the empty house only made him feel more uneasy. Eventually, he drifted off in the early hours, only to get up at dawn and head over to