Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1039

The girl who brought the flowers was absolutely stunning. Just a single glance from her could mesmerize anyone with the sparkle in her eyes. But King and Max had seen plenty of beautiful faces in their time, most of them fleeting like fireworks—brilliant for a moment, then gone without a trace. So when she handed him the flowers, he barely looked at her and gave a cold, "Thanks," and that was it.

King and Max were essentially the same person, just two halves of a complex personality. Each had their role to play, and neither was easily swayed by emotions. That day at Beaconsfield College, the auditorium was buzzing with applause. The girl was pushed forward by a group of dignitaries to stand next to him for a photo op. Camera flashes converged, and all eyes were on them.

King stayed quiet, lurking in Max's mind. He was aware of what was happening but didn't feel much about it—experiences like these were rare for him. Max didn't even glance at the girl, too preoccupied with Wall Street's latest numbers. King, similarly uninterested, had his thoughts tangled in data too. But as they left the stage, he couldn't resist a quick look.

And that look took his breath away.

She was like a rare flower in a hidden valley, reminding him so much of their mother. Her eyes were truly mesmerizing, like the soft, lazy sunlight of a winter's day, stirring emotions even in the stark contrast of her pupils. King thought to himself that Max probably had no idea who their birth mother was. Max was indifferent to everything, like a monk walking through the world detached from it all—a god without humanity, overshadowed by his divinity.

But King remembered their mother well. She was a woman who had fought and loved within the complex circles of the Saudi royal family. She defied everything to be with her true love but ended in misery and disgrace. She always used to say, "Never love the wrong person." It had become her obsession, the root of all her bitterness towards the world.