Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 976

"Max, I'm not leaving."

Max stood there, one hand bracing against the beam, his suit now covered in dust.

"Brielle, please, listen to me."

He reached out with his other hand, gently touching her cheek.

"I'm so sorry about the baby. That's on me."

"If I can't be with you, I just want you to have a safe and peaceful life."

Tears blurred Brielle's vision; she could barely see what was in front of her.

Andrew stepped forward and swept her up in a firm embrace, not looking back as he left.

"No!!"

Brielle reached out for Max, but only managed to brush the tips of his fingers.

His fingers slipped through her grasp, and his figure grew smaller and smaller in the chaos.

"No."

Brielle cried out, but no sound came.

The explosions continued, but all she heard was the sound of her world falling apart.

She had dreamed of celebrating their love in front of everyone, exchanging rings, her white wedding dress gleaming.

They would look into each other's eyes, not caring about the whispers around them.

She had dreamed so many beautiful, splendid, happy dreams.

But she never imagined the dream would end like this.

A heart full of love turned into a tale of folly and moonlight.

Brielle thought she would find happiness, that her heart would finally heal, but it seemed like fate was always mocking her.

Mocking her for burning too brightly, like a firefly.

A month later, in the hospital.

Early summer had arrived, and the madness of that night seemed a distant memory.

The sun streamed through the window, casting golden shadows on the blanket.

Brielle's forehead was sweaty; someone beside her took a handkerchief and wiped it away.

A man asked the doctor, "When will she wake up?"

Standing by the bed was Dustin, who had been caring for her tirelessly for a month, juggling Lynch family matters while staying in Beaconsfield.

His face was grim. When he first heard from Beaconsfield that Brielle was injured, he had flown over from North America immediately.

He had wanted to confront Max, but learned that Max had died in the fire trying to save Brielle.

Dustin had people search the area, uncovering many charred bodies, some reduced to ashes, unrecognizable.

The explosion had sparked a wildfire, leaving little of the mountain, and the mansion at its center was gone.

To avoid suspicion from the authorities, it was reported as a lightning-induced wildfire. Only a few powerful families were trying to understand why the mansion exploded.

In reality, the truth no longer mattered. Those who were gone would never return.

Dustin took the handkerchief and continued to wipe Brielle's sweat.

Her eyelashes trembled, her lips cracked, showing the red beneath.

Dustin held her hand, his heart aching.

Everyone in the room knew now that Brielle was the long-lost princess of the Lynch family.

Over the past month, their emotions had finally settled.