Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1059

Brielle stepped back, unable to look him in the eye. She was plotting against his father, even wishing for his demise, which made her the villain in his eyes.

To this child, who had been abandoned in a dumpster by his mother at birth, King was his everything. What would he do without King?

The harsh reality hit Brielle hard. She couldn't let King disappear, at least not for this child's sake. But if King stayed, how could Max come back?

Her phone rang, breaking the tense silence and providing a much-needed distraction from the boy's penetrating gaze. She didn't look at Isaac, just raised the phone to her ear. "Hey, bro."

"Why aren't you back yet?"

Dustin had been keeping close tabs on Brielle, especially after learning she had gone to King's mansion. His concern was evident.

"I'm not coming back tonight."

Instead of hunting for the truth elsewhere, she decided to focus on King. He knew a lot but chose to stay silent.

Dustin paused, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"Just because he's not hurting you now doesn't mean he won't, little kite. We don't really know his true nature, and you've seen the details from Saudi. He's ruthless. Don't think you're an exception." "Bro, I know what I'm doing. Trust me, I'll be fine."

Dustin had always said he wouldn't stop her from investigating. Now, he found it hard to argue against his own words. Besides, with Seamus planning to make a move, staying close to King might actually be the safest choice, given some deal between King and Seamus. Though Dustin believed he could protect Brielle, it was ultimately her decision.

"If anything feels off, call me. I'll handle him."

King wanted the Lynch family's diamond resources. If it came down to trading those for Brielle's life, Dustin wouldn't blink an eye. Wealth meant nothing compared to his sister's safety. "Got it, I understand."

After hanging up, Brielle found herself in the hallway, caught between Isaac's room and King's room. With King unconscious, it seemed like a sign that Max might be on his way back.

Initially, Brielle wanted to get rid of King, but Isaac's presence made her pause. She returned to King's room, watching him sleep peacefully. His face, identical to Max's, made her wonder who would wake up.

Would it be Max? Could their closeness have triggered Max's return?

Brielle's mind was in turmoil, aware of her own deceit, yet she had things to say to Max. If they couldn't be together, she wished for his happiness.

Those were his words in the fire, but without him, how could she find happiness?

Brielle stayed by his side all night, eventually falling asleep by the bed.

Meanwhile, the man on the bed slept deeply, his mind replaying past events vividly. After imprisoning Brielle in the castle, he often forced her to watch gruesome scenes? She lost weight, and he watched over her meals, ensuring a few days of peace.

However, she couldn't overcome the psychological trauma, resisting his advances. King struggled to understand her, with no friends to ask for advice on winning a woman's heart.

Others in his circle suggested buying houses, cars, and jewelry, and he had followed their advice.

"Do you want a big castle? If you like flowers, I can hire dozens of gardeners for you."

"How about this new handbag?"

"Brielle, talk to me."

Brielle had withdrawn into herself,

likely overwhelmed by the bloodshed she had witnessed, her initial

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resistance turning into fear. King regretted his actions. Brielle was young then, and the upheaval in her life had a profound impact.

Yet, he couldn't let go. So, he taught her how to use firearms. Brielle seemed interested, perhaps thinking of the day she'd shoot him. Her remarkable shooting skills weren't learned at school; they were his teachings.