Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1038

Sure thing, if she felt any remorse, she wouldn't have done what she did. Her heart, cold as stone, couldn't be warmed, her gaze towards him filled with nothing but disdain and fear. Yet, the first time they met, her eyes sparkled with a brilliance, a beauty unmatched. His mother used to say, if a girl's eyes light up brighter than the stars in the sky when she sees you, she's definitely got a thing for you. When was their first encounter?

Ah, yes, on a snowy night. It was after he had quelled the conflicts in Saudi Arabia. He came to North America to negotiate business with the local elite. Oil, a coveted resource worldwide, was particularly eyed by the North American powerhouses, but he never took them seriously. The conflicts back in Saudi were far bloodier, far more ruthless, and he had climbed to his position stepping over countless bodies.

He wasn't afraid to spill blood, to sacrifice anyone for his goals. And he loathed betrayal, craving absolute loyalty. The turnover of his associates was high, showing no mercy the moment he sensed disloyalty. He was harsh on others, even harsher on his kin. Back in Saudi, his control was absolute, his opponents fed to the sharks, alive, to watch their terror, their struggle, as the sea turned red. That was his ultimate joy. Mother always said it was better this way, to live without humanity was to live without pain.

If he was the one struggling in the darkness, then Max was the purest, most refined being in the world. His life felt torn, waking up each day in unfamiliar places, nervously navigating through, absorbing thoughts from another mind. But eventually, he got used to this existence. He realized, the other persona, Max, was oblivious to his existence. This was King's greatest advantage, allowing him to scheme perfectly, deceiving Max, ensuring he'd never catch on.

Over the years, his plans were

flawless, largely because Max was so detached, so brilliant at everything that worldly successes meant nothing to him. Uncertain of his desires, even a stint on Wal Street was just a whim, casually laying down strategies that birthed DreamTech Designs. Max's influence was a boon for King.

Quickly establishing himself on Wall Street, amassing wealth, King used it all to reclaim power in Saudi. Together, they could have been

invincible The ones Max wouldn't e

kill, King would, inflicting pain so severe, his very visage invoked terror. At that time, King admired Max. He was, indeed, a masterpiece of creation, devoid of normal emotions, making him easy to exploit.

So, when Michael and his group provided drugs that induced severe headaches in Max, King didn't oppose. It was an opportunity for more control. Because he knew more, Max unaware of his existence, this was King's chance to eventually dominate completely, but he was in no rush. The drugs Michae introduced were no ordinary medicine, administered monthly with seemingly no side effects on Max, except for unbearable

headaches when skipped, forcing a transformation into King.

In many ways, Michael's drugs aided King, marking when he could take control, rather than the abrupt blackouts and waking up in unknown places. Max's lack of emotion also meant a loss of curiosity, a diminished desire to explore the world, replaceing life too simple, almost dull.

Before his venture into Wall Street, Max had sensed something off but didn't investigate further. And King, being part of him, often skewed his judgments. Just as his presence affected King's decisions. King was like Max's blade, remembering every obstacle, waiting for the chance to take control and exact vengeance.

But he distinctly remembered the day everything changed. It was a bright, serene day, and Max was at Beaconsfield College to give a lecture.