Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

How the tables had turned.

Satisfied, Brielle sat back, not caring whether she had dampened his suit or not.-

The ride to Premier Palace was wrapped in a comfortable silence, as if by unspoken agreement, and neither of them felt the need to engage in idle conversation.

Brielle knew that Max’s attentiveness wasn’t due to pity or a flutter of the heart. He was predator at the top of the food chain, having made his mark on Wall Street at the tender age of seventeen, orchestrating the biggest corporate merger of the year. His rise to fame was built on the ruins of his rivals. A man like him, she mused, didn’t have a heart to

spare.

A chill ran through her, and she sneezed uncontrollably. A clean blanket was tossed her way. Looking up, she saw him engrossed in papers on his lap, not sparing her a glance.

“Thanks, Uncle Max,” she said, grabbing the blanket and drying her damp hair.

As the wrought iron gates of Premier Palace slowly swung open, even Brielle, no stranger to grandeur, couldn’t help but be captivated by the opulence within.

The car came to a halt at the villa’s entrance, and Patrick stepped out to respectfully open the door for them.

The cold air hit Brielle as she stepped out, causing goosebumps to spread across her skin. She rushed to keep up with Max, a smirk playing on her lips. “Am I the first woman to set foot in here?”

Max paused, and Brielle nearly bumped into him. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he gestured toward a maid trimming hedges in the distance. “No.”

“Then I must be the first woman to make it to your bed successfully, right?”

Her chin was lifted by his firm grip, forcing her to meet his gaze. Panic fluttered in her chest. She had initiated this game, but the ending wasn’t hers to dictate.

“Yes,” he answered simply.

Brielle was at a loss for words, her mind momentarily adrift. By the time she collected herself, Max had walked away. She took a deep breath and bit her lip before catching up to him, her voice light and carefree. “So, Uncle Max, you gonna look out for me from now on?”

Entering the villa’s grand hall, he loosened the tie around his neck. The rosary beads glinted darkly.

“Depends on how you behave.”

She took that as a sign of a potential long-term arrangement. Brielle thought of Spencer,

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and that tiny bit of regret instantly disappeared.