Login via

Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 771

Brielle felt as though her heart had crumbled, a void that could never be filled. She looked up, her gaze piercing straight into his eyes.

"I will never forgive you for Mark's passing. Not in this lifetime."

Max's pupils shrank, his heart stopped for a brief moment, and his grip weakened as if he had lost all his strength.

He choked back a silent sob. It was his own disgrace.

Brielle shook off his hand and stormed out with determined strides.

He had lost the courage to chase after her.

Death is irreversible. His selfishness had condemned Brielle to a life of pain.

Max's eyes reddened in an instant, and his lips pressed tightly together like the edge of a knife.

Back in her car, Brielle realized just how violently her hands were trembling. She wanted to slam the gas pedal, but her body felt as limp as overcooked spaghetti.

The more she struggled, the deeper she sank into the mire until she finally slumped over the steering wheel, her shoulders quaking silently.

An hour later, she finally grabbed the tissues from the passenger seat and wiped the moisture from her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, she mustered what little rationale she had left and drove to Pearl Estate.

All the way there, she felt the tears wet her face, only to dry again.

She was despicable and vile, dragging Max down only to discard him without a second thought.

She used him to fill all her voids and desires, and now, she chose to let him go without hesitation.

She sat on the couch like a zombie, motionless until the evening, until the doorbell rang.

Standing up felt like a merry-go-round had taken up residence in her head. After splashing water on her face, she opened the door to find Aubree holding beers and late-night snacks.

Aubree had just wrapped up a shoot and had come over to have a drink with Brielle. With her next scene not until three days later, she could afford to let loose for the night.

As soon as the door swung open, she saw Brielle's unnaturally red eyes.

"Come in," Brielle's voice was hoarse and barely recognizable.

Chapter 771 1

Comments

The readers' comments on the novel: Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)