Master of his heart

Chapter 33

Brielle’s inner sneer was a frozen blade as she slowly rose to her feet. No bodyguard dared to stop her this time.

She looked disheveled, almost unable to stand from the pain. However, when she met Ryan’s gaze, it was cold. The deep-seated disgust and resentment hidden within her were like knives cutting through bone.

“Brielle, if you keep looking at me like that, I promise you won’t live to see tomorrow’s sunrise,” Ryan warned, waving a dismissive hand. “Get out. And keep me updated on Max’s every move.”

eyes

As director of mergers and acquisitions, she often had meetings up in the glass tower, always close to Max.

Max didn’t trust any of the directors at Dorsey International, but he had just shown a rare approval of Brielle’s skills, ensuring their paths would cross again soon.

Ryan sneered to himself. Brielle was nothing but a puppet he’d controlled since she was young, disposable the moment she ceased to be useful. Spencer would never marry such

a scheming woman.

the “gift” she’d prepared for Friday, licking the blood from the corner of her mouth. The

humiliation.

a

knew she would say that, his eyes glinting with disdain. “What are

Get out!”

sparing her life entitled him to her

her. The Haywood family was partly to blame for this mess. Robert and Miranda owed Ryan too many favors; over the past

was that this pawn

the door, Brielle saw Faith sitting on the couch, holding her face and sobbing softly. She looked away, finding

other. Everyone wanting to be above the rest, yet crawling

down, leaving spatters on the floor, but she felt

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