Master of his heart

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Victoria felt she’d said too much, even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was trying to communicate.

“Max is my brother, whether we’re close or not, and I don’t want him getting hurt.” With those words, she slipped into the hospital room.

Brielle stood there, overhearing Victoria instructing the doctor. “He’s been cooped up at home. drinking himself into oblivion. If I hadn’t found him today, he’d probably be dead. Please make sure there’s always a nurse watching over him while he’s admitted. I’ll take care of the expenses.”

Spencer’s parents had long left Beaconsfield, and the only one in the Dorsey family who might still have had some concern for him was probably Victoria.

Victoria had watched Spencer grow up; she knew about the night he spent on his knees in their ancestral home. That was why she had said those things to Brielle.

Victoria knew all too well the kind of tricks her father could play. If a man as proud as Everett could be broken, then Brielle stood no chance. Brielle and Max were never going to last, especially not with Michael yet to truly exert his influence. Once he did, Brielle would lose her dignity just as Everett had.

least she kept Everett by her side. That was where he’d stay for the rest of his

to let go and decided why not keep him close and torment each other? Victoria lowered her eyes, knowing that unless Brielle were completely unattached in this world, everything and everyone connected to her would become a burden, a vulnerability. Victoria’s father had used the woman Everett loved most to threaten him, and that woman was pregnant at the time. Everett had been searching for this woman for years, but how could he possibly succeed with Michael’s

Everett off his pedestal and turn him into a plaything she could manipulate and

who simply

world had always been that way. Back at the office, Brielle learned that the police

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to Max, so she said she would stay with Aubree another night. Upon hearing she’d be with Aubree, Max didn’t

had a key to Aubree’s place, made long ago. As she

her slight spark of hope vanished upon

bottles had been cleaned up. The room was refreshed, and the table was neatly

for, but

with the doorknob before mumbling. “Caught in a sad scene again, huh? I knew he