Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1121

Everett finally snapped, his hand flying up to deliver a stinging slap.

"You piece of trash! No wonder you said those things to me today, this was your plan all along!"

Tiffanie's mouth was smeared with blood. Hearing his words, she raised an eyebrow and gave a small, silent smile. This was the scene she had orchestrated, but in this moment, she found no joy in it, only a deep, lingering sadness. But why feel sad? She couldn't quite grasp it. After all, this was part of her grand scheme.

When Victoria and Everett hurt her, she aimed straight for Everett's heart.

What had Mason done wrong?

Absolutely nothing. But sometimes, just being born was the mistake, like her, like Mason.

So, questioning what Mason did wrong was pointless.

Sighing, Tiffanie felt an odd sense of relief wash over her.

Every day with Mason had been filled with unhappiness. Now, it was time to end it all.

She licked the blood off her lips-a deliberate act. Each time she wanted to seduce Mason, this was her go-to move.

Mason had said her innocent looks contrasted with such actions, driving him wild.

Naturally, this led to their tumultuous encounters in the bedroom.

But she knew, at this moment, Mason probably wished she was dead.

After cleaning the blood from her lips, Tiffanie smiled at them.

"I'll leave you to your reunion. I'm outta here."

She walked to the sofa, bent down, and picked up her handbag.

Mason, however, strode over, grabbed her firmly, and headed towards the door.

Everett's voice boomed with anger from behind.

"Mason! Where do you think you're taking her?! Don't you care about what happened to your mother?!"

Mason paused, turning to look at Everett.

"Everett, you're the last person who should be saying that."

The sight of father and son at each other's throats was even more satisfying than Tiffanie had imagined.

Disbelief and then rage crossed Everett's eyes as he glared at Tiffanie.

"So, this was your goal, huh? Watching us hurt each other while you stand back and enjoy the show? You're really something!" Tiffanie curled her lips but didn't look at Mason; instead, she focused on Everett.

Countless nights, she had wondered why her father detested her.

It wasn't until she was battered by Victoria and sought Everett's help that he revealed her origins.

Her real father was unknown; she was the result of her mother's assault, the very reason Everett felt chained to the Dorsey family. She was just seven at the time.

That was her first glimpse into the ugly truth behind their glamorous facade.

Whenever Everett insulted her, she reminded herself that one day he would regret it.

And now, she saw regret in Everett's eyes, and it was deeply satisfying.

Everett's insults faded as Tiffanie

realized she was being led away t

from that cottage, the place where Mason had once lived in harmony with his mother.

In this night, they had exposed the filth of their lives, perhaps leaving even the spirits restless.

Tiffanie remained silent, pushed into the car.

Mason didn't forget to buckle her up.

Upon reaching their current home, Mason pulled her inside.

The door closed, silencing the room.

Tiffanie looked up at him, finally understanding, and spoke softly.

"Should I pack my things and leave? Don't worry, I'll call the movers right now."

She reached for her phone, pretending to make a call.

Mason turned around, his anger pinning her against the wall.

Her back ached from the impact, a grimace crossing her face. Looking up, she saw tears streaking down his cheeks.

"Why?"

Words failed Tiffanie as her phone slipped from her grasp.

"Have I been that terrible to you? Is. this how you disrespect me?

Tiffanie, do you even have a bel

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His grip on her shoulders was painful, followed by a harsh bite on her lips.

It wasn't a kiss but a bite, filled with the taste of blood and the salty hint of his tears.

When they parted, her lips were bleeding.

He leaned against her, sobbing.

Tiffanie looked emptily at the home they shared, remembering Mason's plans for a bigger house after their wedding.

The dining table bore roses he'd picked up on a whim, with more by the window.

All because she once mentioned liking roses.

"Mason, happy birthday."

She spoke softly, pushing him away.

"Truth is, I never really liked roses."

It didn't matter. There wouldn't be another chance to buy them.

"I'm leaving."