Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1069

"Brielle, look at me!"

His grip on her chin was like a beast pushed to its edge, ferocious and unyielding.

Brielle winced, wanting to push him away, but the pain was too intense, sapping her strength.

Every cell in her body screamed in agony, her complexion turning ghostly pale. She was powerless to escape his grasp.

If it had been Max, he would never have treated her like this.

Her icy stare met his, tears brimming from the pain. Seeing Max's face only made her world feel more surreal and torn apart.

It felt like a nightmare.

She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

His head snapped to the side, the taste of blood filling his mouth.

Touching his face, he glared down at her, eyes burning with intensity.

Her eyes, filled with familiar disdain, cut through him.

King couldn't understand how they could be so close physically but worlds apart emotionally.

What would it take for her to look at him the way she looked at Max?

Nobody had ever taught him that.

So, he covered her eyes with his hand, moving quicker now.

To silence her harsh words, he leaned down and kissed her forcefully.

Like a coward deceiving himself.

"Mmmph," Brielle struggled, her voice choked with sobs.

By the end, she felt like she was being torn apart.

It was deep into the night when it was finally over.

In Brielle's memory, she had never been treated this way, her body curling up from the intense pain.

The bedside lamp cast a soft glow on her beautiful, tear-streaked face.

The hand around her waist held her tightly, not allowing any escape.

King felt a pang of regret, even calling out to Max in his mind.

But Max didn't respond.

When he came to his senses, King rested his chin on Brielle's hair. How could he have thought to seek help from Max? It was madness. ""Brielle?"

He called out.

Brielle didn't respond.

King grew agitated again, wishing he could control her thoughts.

"Brielle, talk to me."

He sat up, turning her to face him, gripping her chin.

"What are you thinking?"

Brielle was exhausted, the pain keeping her awake. Hearing him, she raised her hand and slapped him again.

The mark from her previous slap had barely faded, and now there was a new one.

She had slapped him before, and he would always punish her afterward, never letting himself be at a disadvantage.

But now, seeing her red-rimmed eyes filled with pain and defiance, he lost the desire to continue punishing her. ""Does it hurt?"

How could it hurt? Wasn't it supposed to be pleasurable?

He really didn't understand.

As soon as he finished speaking, Brielle pulled her hand back, her voice hoarse.

"It was awful."

King didn't understand what she meant, leaning closer.

"What did you say?"

Brielle closed her eyes, her fingertips trembling from the pain.

"I said you were terrible at this."

After that, she didn't say another word.

The room fell silent.

As Brielle drifted off to sleep, she heard him ask in a careful whisper,

"Was it really that bad?"

She didn't respond, thinking it was just a dream.

The next morning.

Isaac pushed open the door, finding the room quiet, with someone lying on the bed. He intended to wake his daddy up like he always did.

By his side was a panther, the boy and the beast approaching softly.

"Daddy, wake up, breakfast, hungry."

The man didn't wake, instead pulling Brielle even closer.

Isaac stood by the bed, seeing his daddy lazing in bed for the first time.

He moved to the other side of the bed, noticing the woman lying next to his daddy, his brow furrowing.

"Daddy, there's a woman in your bed."

Brielle's brow wrinkled in pain, the discomfort from last night compounded by a lack of sleep, wishing only for rest.

King opened his eyes to meet his son's small gaze.

Isaac sat on a chair, a majestic black

panther squatting beside him. The panther sat with its butt on the ground, front paws supporting its

weight, both looking fiercely at the bed.

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Isaac's small hand stroked the panther's head, their stomachs growling in unison. "Daddy, I'm hungry, and this bad woman is taking you away."

He was worried about getting his cheeks pinched again. As he spoke, his expression was solemn, ready to let Noir bite if it happened again.

King noticed the red mark on his cheek.

"What happened?"

"It's from being pinched, really hard."

King couldn't have pinched him. When he had first brought this child home, he had consulted countless. doctors, spending all his effort to keep him alive. He watched the boy closely, fearing he might disappear like Brielle. Despite his stern demeanor, he genuinely cared for the child.

After all, this was all that remained of Brielle, the only thing connecting him to her.

But Isaac wasn't one to lie, which meant Max must have bullied the child when he wasn't looking.