Master of his heart

Chapter 321

Brielle tapped into the news feed. Her eyes landed on a photograph of Max and Alivia. There was Alivia, all smiles, beaming up at Max. Since he was shot from behind, his expression remained a mystery to the onlookers.

But the vibe of the picture? It screamed ‘head over heels – a tale as old as time.

A bitter taste seeped into Brielle’s smile as she exhaled a heavy sigh, and switched her phone into airplane mode. She settled back, letting the evening sky captivate her attention. The heavens were painted with strokes of crimson, reflecting off the river in a dazzling dance of

color.

After taking a few sips of water and nibbling on some snacks, she pulled out her phone to capture the sunset’s beauty in a few snapshots, before continuing on her journey.

Meanwhile, outside the gates of Pearl Estate, Aubree was nursing a cigarette between her fingers. She’d been buzzing the intercom for minutes, but Brielle hadn’t answered.

The news had reached her last night – a slip of the tongue from Andrew, a deliberate leak. Alivia couldn’t stand Brielle, so she asked Max to take her out on Brielle’s birthday as a twisted form of revenge.

days in advance, and even conspired with

had sent Aubree into a fury. What was Max playing at? The dislike was one thing, but toying with someone’s

any storm for

last night, she couldn’t bring herself to break the harsh truth. She hinted, but Brielle, lost in hopeful anticipation for her day with Max,

that Max wasn’t like Andrew, a cad who’d warm Tessa’s bed while courting her. But the news of Max picking up Alivia was out- scoundrels indeed flocked

nursing a broken heart somewhere, enduring a lonely birthday. The thought

voice came through, drowsy and

like Max,

was silent for a beat before his leg dropped off the coffee table. “Look, Aubree, what’s gotten into you? If you’re mad

bunch of

one of those ‘scumbags‘ last

with your rant?