When Brielle got back to the villa, her mind was still a whirlwind of emotions. She was desperate for Max to return, but King was definitely not keen on relinquishing control of their shared body. The big question was whether Max's personality even still existed. Given King was alive, it likely meant Max had taken a severe hit.
Surviving that inferno, probably figuring out Antonio was behind the explosion and that there was a way out down the cliff, was nothing short of miraculous.
Brielle felt torn. To negotiate with King, she needed to find his Achilles' heel. But did King even have one? Their child? She couldn't bear to use the child as leverage, not when he bore such a striking resemblance to Max.
So far, King's only apparent weakness was his past lover, a woman whose face was unknown to anyone but King himself, according to the mansion's staff.
It seemed she had no choice but to get closer to King to uncover the truth. But was King going to give her that chance?
Lost in thought on the couch, Brielle was snapped out of her reverie when Dustin walked in, announcing, “The tracker pinged a new location, then vanished. Must've been Kenzo catching on.”
Apart from a brief exchange between Kenzo and the professor, Dustin hadn't uncovered much. The only lead they had was the tracker's last known location.
“You found something, Skylark?” he asked, sitting beside her, his concern palpable.
Brielle wasn't ready to dive into the complexities of dissociative identity disorder, a phenomenon not unheard of in medical circles, with reported cases of individuals hosting up to a dozen personalities. How science explained that was beyond her.
“Bro, where’s this new place? I’ll go with you,” she declared, ready to face whatever came next.
Without hesitation, Dustin shared the location, and they hit the road again.
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New chapters please. Story is really interesting and i love both the ML and FL....
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