Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1364

On the other side of the pond, Orla had made her way to Beaconsfield and was ushered into the grand halls of Premier Palace.

She took out a small bottle of pills and placed it on the coffee table. Only King was in the room; Brielle was outside, keeping Isaac entertained.

Orla looked at King, her voice laced with concern. "Take one a day, and by the time this bottle's empty, the effects of the drug will be completely neutralized. But think it over, because you're an alter ego. Strengthening his psyche means you'll fade away."

King's fingers twitched as he reached for the bottle, his resolve evident despite his shudder. "I know."

Orla sighed softly. "I've done what you asked of me. The castle requires its steward, and I must return. Don't bother seeing me off; I know you're wrestling with your own anxieties."

"Auntie, thank you," King managed, gratitude softening his voice.

Orla's lips curled up gently. "Have you picked out a plot for Simone? I'd like to pay my respects before I leave. Her remains were brought back from Africa and laid to rest in a more dignified grave."

King nodded, taking the wheel himself to drive her to the cemetery.

Walking down the path, Orla felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. Love, she thought, is such a perilous thing, especially for women. Fall for the wrong man, and it could ruin your life.

Standing before the grave, Orla remained silent, engulfed in her thoughts.

This once proud and fierce woman couldn't even protect the ones closest to her. In hindsight, perhaps it was all her fault for sheltering her sister too much, leaving her naive and unprepared for the harsh realities of love.