Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1394

"Hey son, pull over for a sec, will ya? Got something I need to handle right now. I know how to get to Unicorn Corp., so I'll catch up with you later."

Mason didn't care what he was up to. These days, Everett was staying at his mom's place, living a life so simple it was almost dull.

Mason, on the other hand, was swamped. Barely had a moment to breathe, let alone catch up with Everett.

He pulled the car over to the curb, and as soon as Everett got out, Mason sped away.

Everett waited until Mason was out of sight before striding off, his face growing darker with each step.

"Victoria!"

Victoria, stumbling through the crowd, felt her throat tighten at the sound of that familiar voice. She almost turned around instantly, only to be met with a slap across the face.

Clutching her cheek, she stared back defiantly.

"Everett, I finally found you. Isn't that great? Let's never be apart again, okay?"

Everett couldn't believe his eyes. After everything he'd done to humiliate her, why would she follow him all the way to North America?

Was she completely shameless?

"Victoria! Seriously, are you that desperate? Did you come here just to wreck my life? Get lost! Take your cheap daughter and beat it!"

Tears streamed down Victoria's face the moment she saw him. Years of enduring his abuse had numbed her to the pain. Instead, finding him brought her a twisted sense of joy.

She moved to embrace him, only to be roughly pushed away in disgust.

"Get lost, you tramp!"

Victoria hit the ground, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Everett, please, don't leave me. I'm begging you. Can't we just start over?"

If there weren't so many people around, Everett would've kicked her right then and there, just like he wanted to do with Tiffanie, that other disgrace of a woman. Mother and daughter, two peas in a pod.

Who would have thought that the once celebrated piano prince, serenading audiences under the moonlit sky, could turn so vile?

His face twisted in malice, resentment, and a sick sense of triumph as he kicked Victoria over and over, not holding back in the slightest.

Victoria's cries of pain filled the air, but rather than stopping, Everett felt a rush of excitement, reminiscent of those times at the Dorsey estate when he and Victoria would gang up on Tiffanie.

It was the only joy he had found in the suffocating embrace of the Dorsey family, a brief respite from feeling like his fate was entirely in their hands.

"Please, Everett, stop... it hurts so much."

Victoria was sprawled on the ground, unable to move, her face smeared with blood.

Everett paused, noticing the blood on his shoes, and raised an eyebrow.

He couldn't let Mason see him like this.