Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

As the confrontation unfolded, the man nonchalantly raised his leg, stepping on her outstretched hand. His voice was husky with authority, “Call Brielle.” Even as he spoke, he casually unfastened another button at his throat, revealing a glimpse of skin.

Lillian stared in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock, “What… what did you say?”

Max chuckled, idly spinning the gun in his hand, “Did you not understand? I said, call Brielle.”

Lillian’s lips trembled, uncertain if she was grasping his true intent. Did Max need a woman right now, and was Brielle the one he desired? The realization ignited a raging jealousy within Lillian. How could all the good fortune in the world fall into Brielle’s lap? Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Even a man like Max wanted her? Damn it all!

Her hand, hanging limply at her side, clenched into a fist, her mouth filled with the metallic taste. of blood. She felt an immense humiliation. There she was, kneeling with barely any clothes on her body, and yet, in Max’s eyes, she didn’t even qualify as a woman.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she wished Brielle would just vanish from the earth. “Max, why? Anything Brielle can do, I can do too. She’s been with so many men. She’s not even a virgin. Max, let me serve you.”

The word ‘serve‘ betrayed her sense of inferiority in Max’s presence.

Max laughed, his gaze never quite settling on her, “I don’t want to say it a third time, and your probably don’t have a third chance to listen.”

Someone needed to tell Brielle that he had been drugged and needed her now. And that’s why Lillian was here.

Lillian’s lips quivered, realizing he was serious, and she scrambled back in panic. She reached the door, desperately wanting to escape, but then she remembered instructing Cameron’s ment to lock it from the outside as soon as she entered, making it impossible to open from the inside.

She pulled out her phone, only to find that Brielle had already blocked her, cutting off any connection. A glimmer of hope rose within her, her nails digging into the floor as she broke into a sweat, “Max, Brielle blocked me. I can’t call her. Let me stay. I can take care of you.”

Max’s wrist hung loosely at his side, his grip tight, a sign of his growing impatience. He tilted his head back slightly. “Use my phone.”

Lillian’s pupils contracted sharply, knowing he wasn’t joking. Tears spilled down her cheeks ast she took Max’s phone, her hatred flaring wildly. Her fingertips trembled as if she had received. countless slaps across her face.

She was dressed in so little, kneeling at his side, yet he seemed blind to her, asking her to call. the woman she loathed the most. This was more humiliating than any disgrace she had ever. suffered at the Haywood family’s banquet.

Lillian could barely hold onto the phone when Max’s voice came through, indifferent as ever, “If she’s not here within an hour, the Haywood family will disappear from Beaconsfield.”

Lillian stiffened, her eyes wide with disbelief. Was he really going to take down the Haywood family? All because of that bitch Brielle?

A chill crept up from her feet, spreading throughout her body, and then she heard his light, airy tone. “You’ve got half an hour’s drive to the city. How much more time do you have to waste?”

It’s like to him, the Haywood family was nothing more than a piece of cheap paper in his eyes. Lillian was consumed with a sense of injustice. She could not bear it!

Her lips quivering, she dialed Brielle’s number, only to see that there was already a note attached to it. A spark ignited in her gaze. Had that slut already hooked up with Max?

How many men did she have on the side? How could Max want such a worn–out woman? His taste was truly questionable.

If she survived this night, she would never let Brielle off the hook. Lillian took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as they hovered over the call button.

While she was infatuated with him, she had never found a man so terrifying. He was like a demon, reaping souls. Yet, even so, there was a deadly allure about him.