Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Max’s gaze did a quick sweep over her face before he murmured, “Leave.”

Brielle wasn’t offended, she knew his sternness was just a show of authority for others, not truly directed at her. After all, she did benefit from the situation.

She was about to sweet talk him a bit more when the conference room door burst open. Spencer stood there, his face clouded with anger. “What are you still doing here?” he snapped

Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to double back like this. He usually paid her no mind. With no choice, she pretended to tidy up the papers on the table, gave Max a respectful nod, and left the room.

Spencer, in his sharp suit, didn’t dare meet Max’s gaze and mumbled, “Uncle Max, I apologize for her ignorance. She doesn’t know any better.

Max responded with a nonchalant “Hmm” and looked away.

Outside, Spencer grabbed Brielle’s wrist tightly. “Did you go squealing to him? For heaven’s sake, Brielle, you’re a lady of the Haywood family. Haven’t you ever seen money before?”

The disdain in his eyes was like a thorn, brutally piercing Brielle’s heart.

Brielle found him utterly ridiculous. She didn’t know where he got the idea that she was money-hungry and promiscuous. Maybe because she had only been brought back to the Haywood fold at the age of ten, he assumed she carried an air of poverty about her.

“Spencer, we’ve known each other for thirteen years. Have you ever given me anything?” she shot back. So what made him think she was after money?

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Spencer clenched his teeth, his irritation boiling over. “You wish! The Haywoods only wanted to latch onto our family’s influence. Let me tell you, stop meddling in things that don’t concern you. I don’t like you one bit. Just stay in your lane, and eventually, I’ll make things clear to my family, and we can part ways amicably.”

Brielle’s wrist throbbed painfully under his grip, likely bruising. “Spencer, it was your who wanted this engagement in the first place, and now you want to call it off. What exactly do the Dorseys take me for?”

Indeed, it was a teenage Spencer who had insisted on the alliance with the Haywoods, charmed by Brielle’s looks and top-notch academic performance. They were classmates, and Spencer, used to getting his way, thought she was the only girl worthy of him. The Haywoods naturally agreed, and Brielle had no say in the matter. The Dorseys probably thought it was just child’s play and didn’t object.

Now, the only reason the marriage contract hadn’t been dissolved was because of her status as a top university graduate and her choice of a finance major, both of which

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could help Spencer secure his position at Dorsey International.

For ten years this engagement had dragged on, and Brielle had been nothing but devoted, pouring her heart and soul into it.

And what had he done? Carried on an affair with Lillian, and while with her, he’d take every opportunity to belittle Brielle as dull, unfeeling, mechanical.

Ha, if the Dorsey family saw her as some cheap commodity to be used and discarded, she wasn’t about to sit back and take it

“Being engaged to you has been the biggest mistake of my life. It’s utterly revolting!”

Spencer’s words were meant to wound, and they struck Brielle like a plunge into icy waters. A stifled pain grew in her heart, and she couldn’t help but wonder how he would react if he found out about her and Max.

“Let go. There’s a department meeting this afternoon. If you’re going to have a meltdown, do it somewhere else.”

Spencer, fearing Max might emerge from the conference room, thought he had hit a nerve with Brielle and, with a self-satisfied snort, released her. “Mom sent you to spy, actually took yourself seriously.”

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Rubbing her sore wrist, Brielle wished she could swing a punch at him. “I’m heading downstairs. Remember to transfer that villa into my name.”

Spencer’s eyes bulged in disbelief, and he almost shrieked, “What did you just say?”

Brielle looked up, smiling. “Uncle Max said it was a gift for me. So, please tell Lillian to move out.”

“You!”