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.

the impatience he showed her, Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t

to concern, then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand of

hung up the

now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair with another man. However,

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nor had he ever visited her

future reaction, Brielle’s

yanked the car key out and, without bothering with an umbrella, stepped into

home?” Brielle rolled down the window and called out

to check on

brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good

a moment before disappearing

turned to find that

annoyance.

began to move, but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus of

stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned

the glove compartment, she found a limited edition lipstick, a gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty

She chose to ignore

only to

away.

wiped the rain from her face and was about

beside her.

and a small flag next to it. That flag signified

eyebrow and slipped into the car “Uncle Max, what

his fingers idly playing with the black rosary on his wrist. “Did my nephew

Brielle found Max to be more of a devil than a cleric, always keen to jab