Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Tiffanie’s face froze, her steps quickening as she approached. “How could you do that, Maxie? 1 haven’t stirred up any trouble lately. You know I even gave up on that Hollywood hunk I was after. I’ve been good, just holed up at home playing video games, I swear.”

Her voice softened, her face a picture of Innocence, “You have no idea how bored I’ve been. Those posh girls just don’t like me, spreading rumors all over. And the worst is Spencer, claiming it’s because of Kenzo that I’m in this mess. I’m super upset, you know. I’ve hardly had a real conversation with Kenzo.” Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She feigned wiping away a tear, while her eyes carefully gauged Max’s reaction.

Max furrowed his brows, hesitating for a few seconds before reluctantly pulling out another card. “Stop blowing cash on those guys. Heck, even if you had a serious relationship, no one would bat an eye.”

Tiffanie’s lips curled into a sardonic smile as she snatched the card. “A serious relationship? Please, any decent guy would run for the hills the moment he hears my name.” There was a hint of sadness in her eyes as she spoke.

Brielle listened in on their conversation, piecing together that the whole Tiffanie–Kenzo affair was just smoke and mirrors. Given Tiffanie’s nature, she wouldn’t fall for someone who’d sacrifice everything for art, especially since she craved security above all.

“Maxie, I’m gonna drag Brielle out for a drink, okay? I promise, no male models this time.” Tiffanie thought it over and figured it must have been her mention of male models that ticked Max off. Max was a clean freak, probably wouldn’t stand his women getting tangled up with other men.

With that, she pulled Brielle towards the elevator, only to stroke her chin thoughtfully once they were inside, her next words as shocking as ever. “Brielle, have you ever slept with Spencer?”

Considering their long–standing engagement and both being adults, it’s hard to believe that nothing happened between them. Despite Spencer’s questionable character, his good looks were undeniable after all.

“Would you believe me if I said no?” Brielle’s tone was nonchalant, bracing for Tiffanie’s blunt mockery.

“I’d believe you.”

Tiffanie looked serious, tucking Max’s card into her purse, “You’ve never loved Spencer, and he’s not capable enough to win you over. You’d only sleep with someone like Max because, in a place like Beaconsfield, being with a man like him feels like hitting the jackpot.”

“How do you know I’ve never loved Spencer?”

“It’s all in the eyes, girl. I’ve seen you before. When you like someone, it shows, and you’ve

never looked at him that way. You’re nice to him just because he’s your fiancé, nothing more.‘

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At times, Tiffanie seemed like a mischievous child, yet she had a knack for seeing through people.

When they reached the underground parking. Tiffanie hopped into a flashy red convertible, the epitome of high–profile.

Brielle buckled up in the passenger seat and found a candy in her hand, a small gesture from Tiffanie. “Thanks,” she said, suddenly remembering it was Tiffanie’s birthday, and felt a pang of guilt for not having a gift. “Sorry, I didn’t get you anything.”

“No need. Don’t bother in the future either. My birth isn’t exactly something to celebrate. My mom wishes I’d never been born. Apart from Max, I’ve never gotten a birthday gift.”

Tiffanie spoke casually as she floored the accelerator.

Brielle didn’t know much about Tiffanie’s mother, but her mother was a lady of the Dorsey family. Even if she wasn’t fond of her daughter, it seemed impossible that she hadn’t provided a single decent birthday gift in over twenty years. Tiffanie wasn’t one to lie, which meant there was more to the story. Brielle didn’t care to delve into family secrets and wisely kept her mouth

shut.

They arrived at Tequila Sunset, and the valet lit up at the sight of Tiffanie. “You’re here, Miss Tiffanie!”

She pulled out a wad of cash from her purse, generously tipping the valet. Her lavish tips had made her a favorite among the staff, who quickly parked her car and exchanged a few friendly words.

Brielle stood by her side, but her attention was caught by a familiar face nearby – Sophia, flanked by a gaggle of high–society ladies.

Brielle, standing beside the flamboyant Tiffanie under the bright lights, was too conspicuous to

miss.

Sophia’s lips pursed into a sneer upon spotting Brielle. “Well, well, if it isn’t Brielle. Heard the Dorsey family’s cutting you loose. Shouldn’t you be at home crying instead of out drinking?”

The scandalous tale of Brielle and Kenzo had spread like wildfire, and the upper crust loved nothing more than juicy gossip like this.