Master of his heart

Chapter 7

Brielle and Lillian indeed grew up in the same orphanage and were as close as sisters.

They celebrated life’s little victories and consoled each other’s defeats as if they were blood. On Brielle’s seventh birthday, a two-year younger Lillian had saved up enough to buy a $13 cake. It was the cheapest of the cheap, the kind of cake where you could still taste the bitterness of economy in the frosting And when Lillian brought it out, clumsy as she was, it tumbled to the ground, a heap of broken dreams.

They sat there, tears mingling with laughter, making a pinky promise-when they had the means, they would feast on the finest cakes and cherish every birthday like a treasure.

So, when the Haywoods found Brielle on her tenth birthday, she didn’t hesitate to bring Lillian along, pleading with the Haywoods to enroll them both in school.

In different classes but never apart, the girls were inseparable. But the corrupting allure of wealth can change a person. Those who once fretted over every meal suddenly found themselves in opulence, and their hearts hardened.

“Miranda, Lillian’s cheeks flushed with guilt, her eyes brimming with tears.

Brielle thought of the used condoms in the car, and the deliberately left lipstick, “Mom, since you like her so much, why don’t you adopt her as your daughter?”

It was a retort made in anger. Yet, a flicker of serious consideration passed through Miranda’s eyes.

Brielle felt a sting of humiliation, sharp as a thorn. She’d forgotten that in this house, Lillian was the golden child. Even the house staff couldn’t stop singing her praises.

given her heart

always playing the damsel

three days to move out of that villa,” Brielle suppressed her anger, feeling as if her mouth was filled with the

wanted to be the best. However, her

her words, sneered inwardly. The villa had been a gift from Spencer-what right did Brielle have to command

harboring such resentment in her heart, she wore a look of grievance on her face, biting her lips. “Bri, please don’t be angry, I’ll do as

had no desire to watch the performance. She stood up, “I

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looking on, held Lillian close, “Bri, what’s gotten

I moved into Spencer’s villa

one. It is

yours

voice steady,

heaved with anger. “You’re becoming more and

of obedience, the Haywoods wouldn’t tolerate even the slightest mistake from her. On the other hand, Lillian, who was always clumsy and had consistently poor grades,

what she’s done? And while you’re at it, check how

words left her mouth, Miranda’s hand flew across

a harsh pain making her bend slightly to cope. A bitter laugh escaped her as she grabbed her bag, “When Lillian moved out at eighteen, you all were heartbroken. If that’s

the daughter who had always been so compliant could

the door, Lillian’s sobs,

things. “I can’t believe Bri would fabricate such

Brielle as she

licked her dry lips, tasting blood. With a press on

away.

saw Spencer’s Porsche, him leaning against it, smoking. His greeting was anything but warm. “Lillian’s missing, Brielle. Did you hassle. her again? I told you, she’s with me because

missing a beat, Brielle slapped

turned with the impact, his chiseled jawline