Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle was oblivious to Alivia’s scheming, her gaze resting on Max with a hint of amusement in her voice. “What’s up? I’m actually curious about what she has to say.”

“Stay away from her.”

Brielle’s eyes relaxed, realizing Max had seen through Alivia’s facade. At least, if trouble arose, he wouldn’t shield Alivia. That was enough for Brielle.

She didn’t bring up the prison incident; after all, what was done was done. Could she expect Max to go after Alivia? Max’s actions the previous night had already shattered Alivia’s pride.

Of course, if Alivia continued to target Brielle, she wouldn’t just stand by idly.

She noticed the fatigue in Max’s eyes, realizing he must have been relentlessly investigating since he woke up.

“Your injury…” “I’m fine.”

Max reclined in the leather seat, playfully touching her fingertips. “Let’s get you home to rest.”

Brielle’s lips curved into a smile. “Yeah.”

She was about to offer to massage his temples when he said, “We should use protection in the future.”

Even though Brielle’s body wasn’t naturally prone to conception, a pregnancy would only hurt her still– recovering health.

Brielle didn’t respond, just nodded slowly. Then she remembered her position had been stripped away. Was she no longer going to set foot in Dorsey International?

A flicker of loss crossed her eyes, but before the emotion could take hold, she received a document from Patrick in the front seat. “Ms. Brielle, this is from Mr. Dorsey for you.”

Brielle was stunned. As she flipped through it, her expression changed dramatically. “I can’t

accept this.”

They had removed her from her position and offered her something far more valuable, so precious that the weight of the document seemed to press down upon her.

Ten percent of Dorsey International’s shares–valued in the billions–meant hundreds of millions for her.

Max was giving her an empire that could only grow.

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Max had never spoken the words ‘I love you,‘ his most emotional admission being a surrender to dopamine, but every action of his proved his deep affection for her.

Still, she couldn’t take the ten percent. Max owned fifty–one percent of Dorsey International, the

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absolute power holder. By offering her ten percent, he was giving others a chance to conspire against him. Should someone secretly amass more than forty–one percent. Max would lose his seat at the head of the empire.

Brielle didn’t need him to prove his love with Dorsey International shares.

Seeing her own signature at the bottom, she realized the man in uniform at the prison had indeed given her a document. She had thought it routine and signed without a second thought, not knowing it was a share transfer.

“Max, I really can’t accept this.”

Her face was earnest as she pushed the document back, her gaze lifting to his. “Give me some time, and I will work hard to meet you on equal ground.”

Not by sharing his power but by her own merit.

Max looked at her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear with a tenderness reserved for her alone. “I’m willing to do this, but only for you, Brielle.”