Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1111

$30,000 in cash rested snugly in Peyton's hand, and she couldn't help but beam with satisfaction. Her eyes sparkled with joy.

"The Odeberg family owns several properties around town, all legit. Once we get the little one to stop fussing, we'll head out with them to town. You'll see, it'll be a fresh start for you," she said, her voice full of hope. Emma glanced at the $30,000, her mind drifting to a photo she had seen on another woman's phone. Maybe Dustin spent more than $30,000 on a single meal. The gap between them felt insurmountable.

She let out a wry laugh that quickly turned into sobs. Peyton, misreading her tears as grief over the lost child, gently patted her back.

"Hey, no more tears. We can't let this get out, especially not to the Odebergs. That man has a small heart, and if he replaces out about the baby, who knows how he'd humiliate you. It's just us women against the world, and we've had our fair share of sneers over the years. Moving to town will be good for us. Don't worry, you'll have children eventually. You're still young," Peyton reassured her.

Emma stayed silent, clearly seeing her mother's genuine happiness. $30,000 was a fortune for them, plus the additional $20,000 left by Patrick. It was the first time they had seen so much money.

And the prospect of moving to town was a dream come true for her mother, who had always longed for a house there. In their village, owning a house in town was a matter of pride.

No sooner had Emma returned to the village than the matchmaker, eager as ever, came knocking. Emma wasn't in the mood for conversation, fearing that staying in the car any longer might make her nauseous in front of her mother, which would give away the secret of her not having aborted the child. She retreated to the inner room to rest.

Outside, the matchmaker handed Peyton a mysterious bottle.

"The Odebergs insist on this. Your Emma is quite the tomboy around these parts, and they worry she won't comply. So, sweeten her up and slip this into her drink. You know how it is with women, once they're comfortable, they're more compliant. This way, Emma will see the Odeberg man as her husband. Don't worry, it's harmless. The Odebergs got it from the city," the matchmaker explained.

Peyton hesitated, but the matchmaker reassured her with a pat on the shoulder.

"Mrs. Moll, ever since your husband passed, you and your daughter have barely scraped by. Now, there's a chance for a better life, and you're hesitating? They've already paid the dowry, and there's a house in town waiting for you. No girl in the village gets such an offer. Take the medicine and make sure she takes it tonight. Otherwise, the Odebergs might call off the arrangement. Think about that house in town. Wasn't that what you and your husband dreamed of?" the matchmaker reminded her.

This struck a chord with Peyton, her face a mask of sorrow. The matchmaker's words were a sharp reminder.

"You're finally getting back on your feet. Don't miss out on this chance to enjoy life," the matchmaker added.

Convinced, Peyton resolved to follow through. Her desire to move to town, a dream she had harbored even before her husband's untimely death, outweighed her doubts. After all, Emma was known in the village forher fiery temper, not exactly the most sought-after bride.Content

"I understand. I'll ensure she takes it during dinner. Tell the Odebergs to get ready," Peyton said, determination in her voice.

Selfishness often guides human actions. Despite her affection for Emma, Peyton saw this as an opportunity. If only her husband had lived longer, they might have had a son.

Meanwhile, in North America, Brielle

was set on investigating her

met

exchange school, but King shadowed her every move, his possessiveness intensifying since their arrival at the castle. And somehow, he had gotten the idea that she adored diamond rings, going as far as to buy herten more, as if she could wear them on her toes.

His recent slap hadn't made him reflect on his actions. Looking at the hand encircling her waist, Brielle chose her words carefully.

"I'm getting cabin fever here. How about we go out for a bit?" she suggested, knowing that if she went alone, he'd surely throw a tantrum. King's eyes lit up at the word "we."

"Sure, where do you wanna go?" he asked, surprisingly easy to appease.

"I've been to this city before, worked on a startup with some friends. Ever heard of Unicorn? That's our company name," she explained. "Yeah, it's making waves," King replied, his gaze filled with admiration.

Unexpectedly, Brielle felt her heart

as

soften. Despite his infuriating behavior and straightforward thinking, she found comfort in his transparent emotions. Everyone craves validation, and right now, he stared at her with undisguised admiration, Brielle couldn't help but smile genuinely for the first time since entering the castle.