Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle had just finished amending the spreadsheets. When she noticed that Sydney’s face was alight with barely concealed joy. Curious, she couldn’t help but ask. “Feeling better all of a sudden?” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Sydney flashed a toothy grin. “Yeah, you know, last night’s TV show wasn’t as heart–wrenching as I thought. I heard it’s got a happy ending, so I’m not fussing over it anymore.”

Brielle found it amusing, having never seen someone so devastated over a drama before. “Let’s hit the road and get back to the office.”

At that moment, Sydney was itching to get out of there, especially with that item in her purse, making her feel guilty. She feared that Brielle might discover it by chance.

However, when Brielle was cleaning up earlier, she didn’t even notice the pregnancy test had fallen to the floor, so the thought never crossed her mind.

Once back at the office, Brielle headed straight for her desk. Taking advantage of the moment she was handing over documents, Sydney slipped up to the rooftop.

Spencer was feeling rather bored that day, and when he saw her come up, he pulled her aside to the stairwell. For some reason, the thrill was doubled when it involved someone connected to Brielle.

Sydney couldn’t resist and found herself in an awkward position. Spencer was pressed against her back. The risk of being caught at any moment only added to the excitement.

“Mr. Spencer, I’ve stumbled upon a massive secret, but it’s gonna cost you another five million

you

want in on it.”

if

A secret worth five million? Spencer’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t stop. Sydney was almost at

her limit.

The door to the stairwell was kept closed since people could come by at any moment. This only ramped up the thrill.

“What secret’s worth five million?”

“It’s about Brielle.”

His excitement peaked at the mention of Brielle’s name during such a moment. “Fine, five million it is. Spill.”

Making ten million in two days was beyond Sydney’s wildest dreams. She pulled out the pregnancy test from her pocket. “I found this at Brielle’s place. She’s pregnant.”

Suddenly, the world seemed to fall silent. The excitement, the pleasure, vanished in an instant. Spencer’s interest evaporated, and he stared at the pregnancy test. His face paled with shock. He composed himself, his eyes bloodshot with fury. “You’re saying Brielle is pregnant?”

Sydney, not minding the pause, slowly nodded. “Found it in her bathroom. It’s positive. Worth the five mil, don’t you think?”

Before she could react, Spencer’s fist slammed into the wall next to them, his knuckles bloody. Sydney nearly screamed in fright, her face turning ghostly white as she stepped back.

Spencer let out a cold laugh and, without a word, pulled out a check and threw it at her. “Get lost.”

Sydney felt humiliation like never before. He fucked her twice, and each time he discarded her coldly. She felt like nothing more than a throwaway tool.

As much as Spencer desired Brielle, she had ended up carrying some other man’s child – the irony was too rich! Sydney wanted to shout this news from the rooftops, to expose Brielle’s true colors to the world.

The repeated humiliations combined with the shock of the money shifted Sydney’s perspective completely. She had glimpsed the true nature of wealth and felt transformed.

As she reached for the door, Spencer’s voice froze her in her tracks. “I’m warning you, if you let this slip to anyone, I’ll make sure you can’t show your face in Beaconsfield again. Think about it – do you want a steady flow of cash or a life looking over your shoulder? Choose wisely.” His eyes were a frightening shade of dark, and Sydney felt as if her heart was in a vice grip. She could hardly breathe and quickly dismissed the thought of revenge. “I… I understand.”

With that, she left, her legs shaky. Never had she known Spencer to possess such a commanding presence.

After she was gone, Spencer closed his eyes tightly. His heart was seemingly gnawed at by a million worms. He lit a cigarette, his eyes red as he began to smoke.

Damn it, how could Brielle be pregnant? How could she bear a child for someone else?

At that moment, Spencer felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

All thoughts of revenge, of striking back, were forgotten. He wanted nothing more than to confront Brielle with the pregnancy test, but he knew the response he’d receive would be nothing short of scorn.

As the cigarette burned down to his fingers, Spencer hissed in pain and flicked it away; the butt hit the ground with a quiet thud.