Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1069

"Brielle, look at me!"

His grip on her chin was like a beast pushed to its edge, ferocious and unyielding.

Brielle winced, wanting to push him away, but the pain was too intense, sapping her strength.

Every cell in her body screamed in agony, her complexion turning ghostly pale. She was powerless to escape his grasp.

If it had been Max, he would never have treated her like this.

Her icy stare met his, tears brimming from the pain. Seeing Max's face only made her world feel more surreal and torn apart.

It felt like a nightmare.

She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

His head snapped to the side, the taste of blood filling his mouth.

Touching his face, he glared down at her, eyes burning with intensity.

Her eyes, filled with familiar disdain, cut through him.

King couldn’t understand how they could be so close physically but worlds apart emotionally.

What would it take for her to look at him the way she looked at Max?

Nobody had ever taught him that.

So, he covered her eyes with his hand, moving quicker now.

To silence her harsh words, he leaned down and kissed her forcefully.

Like a coward deceiving himself.

“Mmmph,” Brielle struggled, her voice choked with sobs.

By the end, she felt like she was being torn apart.

It was deep into the night when it was finally over.

In Brielle’s memory, she had never been treated this way, her body curling up from the intense pain.

The bedside lamp cast a soft glow on her beautiful, tear-streaked face.

The hand around her waist held her tightly, not allowing any escape.

King felt a pang of regret, even calling out to Max in his mind.

But Max didn’t respond.

When he came to his senses, King rested his chin on Brielle’s hair. How could he have thought to seek help from Max? It was madness.

“Brielle?”

He called out.

Brielle didn’t respond.

King grew agitated again, wishing he could control her thoughts.

“Brielle, talk to me.”

He sat up, turning her to face him, gripping her chin.

“What are you thinking?”

Brielle was exhausted, the pain keeping her awake. Hearing him, she raised her hand and slapped him again.

The mark from her previous slap had barely faded, and now there was a new one.