Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 3

Riding shotgun in Spencer’s car, Brielle’s mind was still replaying Max’s words.

Be careful not to get burned, huh?-

Her marriage to Spencer was an arrangement made by their families. The Dorsey family held an unrivaled position in Beaconsfield, while the Haywoods barely made the top ten. Next to the Dorseys, they were essentially small fry.

Her little stunt had allowed her to let off some steam, but it also meant she’d crossed one of the most untouchable figures in the circle of the elite.

The rain was pouring down, reducing visibility, and within two miles, traffic had slowed to

a crawl.

Spencer, already in a foul mood, frowned upon seeing her bundled up in a turtleneck, her chin almost disappearing into her collar.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

It was early fall, hardly the season for turtlenecks. Despite Brielle’s striking looks, it was a

bit odd.

Thinking of the love bite Max had left on her neck, the corners of her lips curled up. “Yeah,” it’s chilly with the rain.”

“Such a delicate flower,” Spencer muttered, his irritation growing.

Brielle’s pale fingers brushed her collar. “Haven’t been to the office these past two weeks?” Spencer despised her tone, as if nothing mattered to her. “It’s none of your business where I go.” He honked the horn twice in quick succession, feeling like sharing the confined space with Brielle was pure torture.

The phone rang. It was Spencer’s. From the corner of her eye, Brielle noticed the caller

ID-Lillian.

you’re up? Don’t go out

Brielle twirled a strand

the phone, and then

just now, he would have discovered

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her affairs, nor had he ever visited her

reaction, Brielle’s lips formed

yanked the car key out and, without bothering with an

to your home?” Brielle rolled down the window and called

need to check on her.

closed the window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care of

paused for a moment before disappearing into

the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys

annoyance.

but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of honks

an umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned pale, and nausea

a limited edition lipstick, a gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty in the world,

chuckled, closing the compartment. She chose to ignore the blatant

to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed her car to

away.

downpour with nowhere to hide, she wiped the rain from her face and was about to make her way to the sidewalk when a black Bentley pulled

beside her.

series of 1, and a small flag next to it. That flag signified that the car could freely

slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what

away, his fingers idly playing with the black rosary on his

for The Priest, she thought. Brielle found Max to be more of a devil than a cleric, always keen to jab where it