Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Spencer thought he had misheard. He snapped his head up to look at Max, only to find a serene calm in his eyes as if he was merely commenting on the pleasant weather.

Spencer’s lips trembled before his voice emerged, hoarse and strained. “Uncle Max, do you even realize what you’re saying? Brielle is my fiancée.”

“Ex–fiancée.”

“Even if she’s an ex! She was still my fiancée! Uncle Max, as my uncle, how can you-

“She never loved you.”

The painful truth was delivered with such nonchalance, just like Brielle herself would do.

Spencer’s lips pressed into a tight line. His eyes were rimmed with anger. “You’re not afraid I’ll go tell Grandpa? He won’t let Brielle through the door.”

“That’s why I need you to keep this a secret.”

“What about Ms. Alivia?!”

Max’s brow furrowed. “What’s she got to do with it?”

If Alivia were there, she’d probably feel like she’d been run through with a sword. Max’s expression was so earnest, as if he truly believed his marriage had nothing to do with Alivia.

“Didn’t you give her your rosary bracelet? Isn’t that a sign of mutual affection if your rosaries disappeared together?”

“I gave the rosary to Brielle, but she doesn’t seem to care for it much.” As Max spoke of Brielle’s indifference, the composure on his face faded to a look of frustration.

Spencer was livid, feeling as if Max hadn’t heard a word he said, as if his feelings were invisible to him. A flash of hatred crossed Spencer’s eyes.

Of course, Max had never really had Spencer in his sight, or he wouldn’t dare make a move on the woman Spencer loved.

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Spencer’s breathing grew heavy, his teeth clenched, tasting the bitterness of his own anger. He had to act fast and implement his plan. Even if it meant facing Max’s wrath, h the child growing inside Brielle. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He would not allow that child to live!

Fortunately, he was prepared.

His eyes lowered, and his voice was still hoarse. “I understand.”

Max didn’t say anything more and just got into his car. Thinking of his recent fallout with Brielle, he had no desire to head to Pearl Estate or back to Premier Palace.

Premier Palace had always been comfortable, but it felt like something was missing ever since Brielle’s visit. Especially in her absence, the feeling of loss was profound.

Meanwhile, since being dropped off at home, Brielle had been sitting on the couch in a daze. The pain in her stomach surged, and she sought antacids but was too weak to find them.

Lying listlessly on the couch, she fell asleep.

She woke up the next day at nine. The pain in her stomach was more intense, and her body was feverish.

Her phone rang; it was Sydney.

Having Sydney in her home had been a good choice–she needed someone to bring the paperwork that required her signature. She recalled a crucial acquisition meeting scheduled for today.

“Ms. Haywood, you have a meeting at 9:30, but I haven’t seen you,” Sydney said.

Brielle cleared her throat, her face flushed from the fever. “I’m at home. Can you bring the documents from the left side of my desk? I need to sign them.”

“Sure. Are you feeling unwell? Should I bring you some medication?”

“Just a light breakfast will do.”

Brielle was too weak to make soup herself. Thankfully, Sydney was coming over. Hearing this. Sydney’s eyes flickered with surprise, and she quickly texted Spencer. [Brielle’s unwell today and asked me to bring documents and breakfast. Anything I should do?]

Spencer saw the message and sensed a golden opportunity. [I’ll drive you there. Indeed, there’s something I need you to do.]

Now was his chance to deal with Brielle’s child once and for all!