Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1062

It was outright bullying, sheer force over reason.

If you talked to him gently, he might listen, but only when you were both behind closed doors.

Tears welled up in Brielle's eyes as she heard footsteps outside the unmistakable sound of Myles.

Frozen with fear, she felt herself being lifted onto the table in a humiliating position.

"Lost your song, Little Canary?" he taunted.

Brielle's cheeks flushed with anger, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes. "One day, I'll make you pay for this."

The man was taken aback, then chuckled as he lightly gripped her chin. "Impressive. That's got more bite than calling me a brute."

Brielle trembled with rage in his presence. She couldn't outfight him or outwit him. She couldn't even stoop to his level of shamelessness without feeling degraded.

Her eyes reddened in a flash.

Little did Brielle know, she would eventually join Dorsey International and sharpen her verbal skills in the corporate world. She'd never replace herself at a loss for words again, no matter who she faced. Perhaps deep down, she knew she needed to hone her verbal jabs. Not only that, but she also learned to keep her emotions under wraps, never letting anyone provoke her to the point of tears.

But she was still young, facing such a personality for the first time. Her usual composure had vanished, replaced by a voice forced out by desperation.

She could clearly hear Myles's footsteps halting outside the door, as he had come to offer her psychological support these past days. But at that moment, he stopped, likely having heard something.

King seemed to enjoy her embarrassment, as if he were a male animal flaunting his conquest, making sure all rivals knew she was his and his alone.

With no other options, Brielle buried her head in his shoulder, unable to control her voice any longer.

Outside, Myles's hand had already reached for the doorknob. Hearing the intermittent sounds, his fingers twitched. A fleeting emotion crossed his eyes before he stepped back, glanced at the surveillance cameras, and quickly left, not wanting his own turmoil to be witnessed.

He'd never been much for women, but since arriving here, he'd heard

her voice time and again, in moments of utter vulnerability and pleas for mercy. Her voice, with its hooks and barbs, seemed to latch onto his heart, embedding itself deep within.

No one could understand this feeling.

At times, he'd wonder about her current state-was she flushed, what emotions did her eyes betray?

He remembered the day she had pleaded for his help, her eyes brimming with tears, her body marked, her black hair cascading down like a fallen fairy.

If fairies truly existed, she'd have been the embodiment that day.

Myles returned to his room, glanced at a certain part of his body, and punched the wall, blood staining his knuckles.

Damn it.

Leaning against the wall, sweat trickled down his forehead. He was King's shadow, doomed to mimic him for life.

A perfect shadow should replicate even the emotions, shouldn't it?

This thought, heavy with implication, stirred a storm of emotions within him, yet he masked them well. The true skill of a hypnotist, he mused, was in hypnotizing oneself. Meanwhile, upstairs, Brielle heard Myles's footsteps fade away and pushed against the man before her in frustration.

Unmoved, he held her head, his kisses leaving her breathless.

For King, these memories were precious.

Before Brielle had actively pursued

Max, King had never considered removing Max from the picture. They were indispensable to their respective thrones-Max with his Dream Tech Designs and Dorsey International, King with his oil interests and casinos.

King was sensitive in matters of the heart but desperately starved of love.

In a way, Max's lack of ordinary emotions was a blessing, sparing him the grief of a mother's futile courage and the filth of human sentiment.

Max's emotional world was as blank

as a sheet of paper, whereas King's was tainted with the world's darkest shades, so sullied that he doubted

the existence of true feelings