Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

In the depths of a subterranean pool in Beaconsfield, a man emerged from the water, droplets cascading from his chin, tracing the muscled contours of his chest, before reaching the enigmatic zone at his waist.

His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, the sculpted lines of his abdomen alluring in

their definition.

A butler, immaculate in white gloves, hurried over, bowing respectfully, extending a plush towel to the man. Taking the towel, the man began to dry his hair with a swift motion.

Someone had been waiting for him, and upon his emergence, quickly stood up, “King, things. with the Haywood family are wrapping up fast. Max’s crew isn’t pulling punches, and with our involvement, they won’t last much longer.”

The man called King chuckled but remained silent.

The report continued, “But Miss Brielle’s been hospitalized. The Haywood family are really bold, stirring trouble at a time like this. Should we keep our hands in the game?”

Wrapping the towel around his waist, King strode forward, “How bad is she hurt? Who’s behind it?”

“It’s serious, and it’s tied to the Haywood family and Kingston Enterprises.”

King eased into a seat, accepting a glass of red wine from the butler, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Max will act. Whether it’s the Haywood family or Kingston Enterprises, he won’t stand idly by.”

“But Miss Brielle might…”

King took a sip of wine, his gaze drifting to the brightly lit distance, his eyes shimmering with a hidden dance of light and shadow. “Falling for him?”

Believing in someone was an ordeal, let alone sharing one’s happiness and grief with another. This was even more challenging when that person was Max. Max was undoubtedly more composed and ruthless than the average person. Even if he could love, it wouldn’t come so quickly. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“She’s not one to fall easily, and as for Max, he’s even less likely. So we wait.” He swirled the wine in his glass, a sly smile creeping across his lips, “When the time comes, we’ll just have to make things a tad more challenging for Max.”

The last flowers he sent weren’t to her liking. It’s time to try something different.

His fingers twirled the stem of the glass, a sharp glint flitting across his eyes, then vanishing as quickly as it came, replaced by an expanding grin, “I think I know just what she’ll fancy.”

Those nearby, witnessing his smile, felt a shiver run down their spine.

Chapter 2/3

King claimed he fancied Brielle, yet he wasn’t rushing to cast his net. Instead, he watched with a detached air as storms brewed within Beaconsfield.

What was he waiting for? No one knew.

Rising from his chair, King set his wine glass aside, donned an impeccable suit, and accepted a mask from the butler before heading to the underground casino. This was his realm, a hub for the affluent youth who came and went in droves.

Upon seeing his masked visage, the crowd parted, greeting him with reverence. His thinly veiled smile was warm, but his eyes were cold as ice.

The young elites‘ favorite gambling den was a place of heaven or hell with just a thought, all at the whim of the noble young man surrounded by the crowd.

King approached the grandest gambling table and sat down, beckoning with a few casual flicks of his fingers.

The butler nodded, whispering something into his ear, and King raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. “Perfect, let him lose his chips. Consider it a little favor for Bri.”

Perhaps even Brielle herself was unaware of such a character lurking within Beaconsfield.

Between Max and King, the Haywood family was like fish on a chopping block, ready for the taking.

However, when cornered, people often resorted to extremes, and the Haywood clan was already of questionable character.

Brielle awoke suddenly in the middle of the night to thunder and lightning. She sighed in relief, about to wipe the sweat from her brow when she sensed a presence close by. Straining her eyes, she saw nothing but the shadows of the man at her bedside, cast by the lamplight. filtering through the window.

Her pupils dilated, and tears flooded her eyes

The room was thick with a familiar scent, seeping into her pores, soothing her unease. It was Max, visiting her in the dead of night. She quickly shut her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

Max sat at the bedside, occupied with pouring water, not noticing the brief moment when she opened her eyes midway. He couldn’t resist coming to see her, intending only a brief glance.

Noticing her parched lips, he dipped a cotton swab in water and gently moistened her lips. She must be feverish, with so much sweat on her brow.

Max took a wet wipe and dabbed at her forehead, then carefully wiped down her neck. He rarely cared for others, and his movements were unpracticed.

Brielle sniffed, holding back tears. Her heart felt as if it had been punched, contracting violently. aching intensely.