Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 900

Patrick pushed through the door, catching the tail end of Max's question.

“What’s William plotting with Antonio?” Max asked, tension rippling through his voice.

“Boss, William's already got himself a lawyer,” Patrick said, shrugging off his coat. “He’s drafting up all sorts of charges against you. If everything goes smoothly, they’ll have you in court real soon.”

Max had barely processed the news when his phone buzzed in his pocket. The screen lit up with Michael’s name, and Max's frown deepened. He picked up on the second ring.

“Max, you’ve really decided to cut all ties, huh? I heard Brielle’s pregnant. That baby’s never gonna make it. I got you hooked on pills once; slipping birth control into her food is child’s play. A woman on those drugs long-term? No way the kid comes out healthy. I told you I had leverage, but you’re a real letdown.”

Max had always wondered how Brielle could have unknowingly taken birth control. The more it mattered, the less he dared to ask.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Max. It’s not your fault. Brielle’s been the Dorsey’s pawn for years, engaged to Spencer but never meant to marry him. So she’s been on those drugs since then, just in case. Preventive measures, you know? And look, it’s come in handy, hasn’t it?”

Max’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes.

Michael continued, smug with each word. “Ever since she got with you, you’ve shielded her well, no chances for me to step in. But the damage is done; her body’s wrecked from the drugs. That kid’s a no-go. But how will you convince her? She’s already been hurt by a lost child before, right?”

Triumph oozed from Michael’s tone.

“She’s not worthy of you. And Alivia? Forget it. I’ll find you a proper lady in Beaconsfield. Just stay on track, and everything in Dorsey International is yours.”

A cold, silent fury twisted Max’s lips, but he chose not to respond, simply ending the call.