Master of his heart

Chapter 489

Chapter 489

“I told her first thing in the morning that I had a thing for Brielle, and she wished me well.”

The words fell from the lips of the man Alivia adored, and with them, he effortlessly cast her into the abyss. His tenderness for Brielle was matched only by his cold–heartedness towards Alivia.

Alivia felt as though countless daggers had pierced her heart. It turned out that Brielle wasn’t the one being figuratively slaughtered; it was her.

She wanted to laugh and cry, her fingertips quivering more and more violently. Max was cruel, stripping her of her dignity without a second thought, laying down the red carpet for Brielle.

Alivia’s breath grew hot, her gaze bloodshot.

Her mind thundered with the noise of her shattered pride. In her twenty–something years of life, she had never felt such humiliation. Those looks were like bone–picking knives, threatening to peel away the facade she had so carefully crafted. Her hand, hanging by her side, clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palm, drawing blood.

as if she didn’t recognize Brielle, made her wonder whether she looked like a

was

was the confidence that drove Brielle to show up

of reason holding her together. She feared that

what she wanted, she would have, but she had never imagined her pride would be crushed by the man she loved,

face. “The elders want Alivia to join them for a toast. Have you all finished your drinks? Sorry, Michael, Mr. Jaxon, Alivia had a couple too many next door.

to touch her cheek. “You’re definitely drunk. Let me take you

that, he turned to Brielle and Max. “Brielle, Max, I’m gonna take Alivia off your hands now. Don’t take her words to heart. She actually did lose her rosary, and I guess seeing Brielle with it must have upset

of defusing the situation. If left unchecked, the night would end in discomfort for all, and perhaps even the Barnes

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