Master of his heart

Chapter 27

The air at the dinner table was thick with unspoken tension, which erupted violently when Miranda suddenly lost her cool. She grabbed Brielle by the hell have you been up to outside this house?”

ollar of her blouse. “What the

Brielle had only just finished a tryst with Max the night before, and the faint marks that had begun to fade were now a vivid crimson. As her collar was yanked open, those damning marks were exposed to the scrutinizing eyes of everyone present.

Miranda froze, then, unable to contain her fury, she slapped her daughter across the face. “How could I have raised a daughter like you! Get out! Get out of

my sight!”

It was all over. Her daughter had been fooling around behind the back of the Dorsey family’s son. If Faith got wind of this, the Haywoods would be in jeopardy.

Faith, who never tolerated any nonsense, would never allow her son to marry a fickle

woman.

How did things get this bad? Miranda’s fingertips quivered with the urge to s

again, but she found herself powerless, torn between regret for raising such daughter and resentment

harder than ever before. She

Brielle, always so prim and proper, had been cavorting

slightly disheveled hair, “My fiancé has been keeping a bitch as his mistress on the side. Why shouldn’t I get my revenge? Spencer, you were right. He did indeed show me what I was

his face, and yet made Brielle willing to break off her engagement, was a humiliation too intense for Spencer to believe. Spencer’s chest heaved

for a male prostitute? How could she go crazy

a metallic taste in his mouth, as if tasting blood. His fiancée was ready to toss him aside for a male prostitute. It was an embarrassment, a slight that made him feel an unfamiliar pang of hurt. She even said that

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voice was hoarse, his gaze piercing, “I will

why he wouldn’t agree, only that he couldn’t stand to

changed so

had never wanted to destroy someone so badly, all because of that detestable male

seeing the color drain from Lillian’s face brought her a twisted sense of satisfaction. So, Lillian, his long-term mistress, meant so little to Spencer

it still wasn’t enough. She remembered the rage and humiliation of catching them together. Comparing that to what

ocean.

your fiancée has been promiscuous and yet refusing

as her gaze swept over the

wouldn’t hear about this shameful affair right away, as no one present would want to spread such

care anymore. Things had escalated to a point of

better to break free from them sooner. And somehow, she had always

took action.