Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1034

Brielle had reached the end of her rope. Every move this guy made only confirmed her worst fears.

Max and King were the same person, just different sides of the same coin.

The thought was absurd and yet painfully true.

She couldn't take her eyes off King, searching for any hint of Max in his movements, his build, the way his fingers twitched.

Back at the casino, she'd felt something familiar about him but couldn't pin it down.

Her mind had blocked out the possibility of him being Max, which was why she'd found King so strangely familiar.

King stood up, waved the crowd away, and sauntered over to Brielle.

Brielle took a step back, then froze, realizing that if King had wanted her dead, he could've done it ages ago.

Even now, if he wanted to hurt her, he could do it with a flick of his wrist.

She couldn't harm that face, but he could end her with a snap of his fingers.

So she stopped retreating, her gaze fixed on the mask.

King bent slightly, took her hand, and placed it on his mask.

"Wanna unwrap this gift yourself?"

His tone was playful, mocking, cutting deeper than any knife.

Brielle's fingers shook, scared to pull too hard and accidentally take off the mask.

She tried to pull away, but King's grip was firm. He started to remove the mask with her hand, her fingers curling in resistance.

Her wrist was turning red from his grip. Seeing this, he let go and wrapped his arms around her waist instead.

"Seeing that kid must sting, huh? Considering you and Max never got the chance."

Brielle's lashes fluttered, a desperate need to escape bubbling inside her. But he pinned her against the wall, his long fingers undoing the top buttons of her blouse.

"Max might be gone, but his body's still here. Miss him? I can help with that."

He smirked as he leaned in, his teeth almost grazing her skin.

In that moment, Brielle came to her senses and slapped him hard.

The mask fell and shattered on the floor, the sound echoing her breaking heart.

Her hand throbbed, her fingertips going numb.

But he just took her hand and kissed each finger.

"He did this too, didn't he?"

Brielle's world buzzed, her legs turning to jelly at the sight of his familiar face.

She raised her hand to slap him again but found herself powerless under his gaze. How could she ever hit that face, the one she could never bring herself to harm?

Thinking of him in the fire broke

heart, he

prayers for his return an et

constant plea to the hevel?

She'd wanted Max to leave something behind in this world, but that fire had wiped everything out.

And now, this man with Max's face.

was

wanting her like he owned her

to keep her all to himself.

It was all too crazy.

Brielle bit down hard on his tongue, drawing blood, but he didn't even flinch.

Their mouths filled with the metallic taste, yet he wouldn't let go.