Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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you."

"Ever since he gave up on the plan, the pain in his head has gotten worse by the day. You know how tough he is, right? Imagine the kind of pain that even he can't handle - it would drive anyone else insane. But he endured it, stayed gentle with you - that's true love for He spoke of love, but his eyes were full of mockery, clearly scoffing at the idea.

Brielle couldn't stand to listen any longer; a voice inside her insisted that everything King said was true. She wasn't worried about her own safety anymore; all she could think about was Max. Where could he be now? Could he be hiding somewhere, unable to bear the pain? It wasn't that he didn't want to answer her calls, but maybe he was just too out of it to even reach for his phone.

Max. Max.

The thought of him made Brielle's heart ache.

King kept his eyes on the surveillance monitors, noticing the subtle pain in her expressions. He realized her suffering didn't bring him the satisfaction he had expected.

Making her suffer didn't make him happy.

As the car continued down the road, Brielle managed to pull herself together. If she kept drowning in the mood King had set, she'd spend the whole ride in a daze, not thinking, not noticing the occasional landmarks they passed. She wasn't going to let him lead her around anymore. She turned to look out the window.

But it was too dark outside, and the fleeting landmarks suggested they were leaving Beaconsfield, heading to who knows where.

"Did you send Aubree back? Boss King is supposed to be a man of his word."

Her tone was casual, but she closed her eyes to hide any emotions that might give her away.

"Not yet, Brielle. I need to see you first before I let her go."

Brielle had no idea what kind of history she had with this man. She fell silent, and the car returned to its quiet hum.

By the time they reached the neighboring city, Brielle had fallen asleep. Pregnant and tired, she couldn't handle such a long journey.

As soon as the car stopped, she got out and started vomiting violently, like her stomach was turning inside out. Her face was pale, the healthy glow Max had helped her regain completely gone, her eyes sunken, her body thin again.

Brielle's legs felt like jelly, as if they were carrying a thousand pounds, making it hard for her to move. She had no clue where they had parked. Just as she looked up to get a better look, someone threw a black cloth over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

Overwhelmed, Brielle felt like crying.

She realized that since becoming pregnant, her emotions had been all over the place. Max had taken good care of her, but now, she felt like she couldn't hold on any longer.

Two people came and helped her walk forward.

Brielle had barely taken a few steps when she desperately wished she could find a place to vomit again. Then she heard Aubree's voice.

"Bri? Is that you?"

Brielle froze, a wave of excitement washing over her.

"Aubree?"

Aubree's hands were tied, her eyes covered with a black cloth, but she recognized the sound of Brielle's cough from afar. After all these years, she knew everything about Brielle.

Knowing that Brielle was here too, Aubree felt an urgent need to get up. But as soon as she tried to rise, a cold gun barrel pressed against her forehead.

Blinded by the cloth, she could only sense that they were in a large room. They had been driving for

hours, and with no traffic soundet

nearby, it seemed like they were at a secluded estate on the outskirts of the neighboring city.

She had no idea who these people were and didn't even feel panicked; she had long since come to terms with life and death. But now that Brielle was here, Aubree was frantic, unsure of what to do. "Bri, how are you feeling?"

Brielle was already thin, and after such an ordeal, Aubree wished she could take on all of Brielle's pain herself.

Brielle coughed twice and was pushed onto a sofa. Thankfully, it was soft enough that she didn't feel hurt, just an ongoing discomfort in her stomach.

"Just feeling nauseous."

No sooner had she spoken than a trash bin was placed in front of her. Someone held her by the shoulders, facing her towards the open bin. Brielle let it all out, her eyes reddening from the strain. She felt miserable all over.

Hearing her vomiting, Aubree was startled and immediately stood up, ignoring the gun still pointed at her.

"Bri?!"

She moved towards where Brielle

was, but after just one step,

someone grabbed her arm and then forcefully pushed her in front of Brielle. Blinded as she was, Aubree didn't notice that if it hadn't been for the person who grabbed her, she would have tumbled over the coffee table.

And as Aubree struggled, the gun that was pointed at her also retreated, as if truly afraid she'd do something rash. But with both she and Brielle blindfolded, they couldn't see a thing.