Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle felt like her scalp was about to be ripped off, the ludicrousness of the woman’s trade was enough to draw out a laugh. “Ms. Falth, if you think it’s no big deal for men to play the field, why on earth are you bending over backwards trying to win Ryan back? Shouldn’t you be grateful? After all, Ryan’s only wife has always been you. The others were just flings, mere playthings, and yet you’ve spent years green with Jealousy. Now you’re preaching generosity to me?”

She flicked her tongue out, tasting the blood at the corner of her mouth, her gaze filled with disdain. “Besides, you think Spencer is some kind of prize catch? I suggested calling off the engagement several times, but it was your son who couldn’t bear to let go.”

“Slap!” As soon as she finished her sentence, another slap landed on her cheek.

Brielle’s face was numb, insensitive to the pain, which showed Just how hard Faith had hit her. This was the first time Brielle had stood up to Faith like this. Although she had been threatened by Ryan before, at that time Faith had been downstairs and oblivious to the specifics of Ryan’s actions.

Faith seemed like someone had torn off her mask, revealing the madness within. “Shut up! Just shut up!” What right did Brielle have to criticize her marriage or mock her son?

Faith seemed to be hearing the world’s most ridiculous joke, yet deep down, she couldn’t help but feel a pathetic sorrow. Indeed, she had devoted her heart and soul to Ryan over the years, making a fool of herself, all for the sake of winning back that man. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Brielle watched the woman’s face contort and silently lowered her eyes, her thoughts drifting to Emily, who had been sent to the police station. They were both like moths to the flame in love.

Faith released her hair with an impatient wave of her hand. “Lock her up in a room for now.”

Brielle’s hands were tied, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t plead for mercy or even look at Faith, instead blinking to clear her stinging eyes. She knew Faith would be unyielding when it came to handling the Spencer matter. Though she wouldn’t lose her life tonight, she was sure to suffer.

As expected, after those few slaps, Faith felt slightly relieved and slowly stood up. “Take her away. I want to have my fun with her.”

The two bodyguards nodded eagerly, dragging the limp Brielle away as if she were a dead dog.

Under the effect of the drugs, Brielle couldn’t resist. She braced for physical torment, never expecting Faith to be even crueler than Ryan.

The car stopped in front of a dingy little shack. With a cold sneer, Faith instructed the bodyguards to drag Brielle inside.

The room was pitch dark, invisible to the naked eye, and no one knew what was inside.

Brielle was dumped on the floor, her face swollen and bloody. Unable to see clearly, she was

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swallowed up by the encroaching darkness.

Having been with Ryan for so many years, Faith had mastered the art of torment. She pointed to a small speaker set aside, purposely having someone play eerie sounds outside the door. The shack was

designed to punish the disobedient, and psychologically, it worked far better than physical pain. If someone spent too long in such an environment, their sanity would start to fray.

Brielle sat down against the wall, her cheek burning with pain. The sounds outside continued. sometimes like a baby’s cry, sometimes like a woman’s scream. She covered her ears, trying to block out the noise, but the sound was piercing, as if it was right beside her.

Leaning against the cold wall, she felt something slither through the door crack, cold and slimy to the touch. Brielle’s face went pale, and she shuffled to the side.

Snakes.

The pitch–dark surrounding, those eerie sounds outside, and more than one snake in the room with her.

She knew Faith loathed her, but she hadn’t expected such a vile tactic.

The sound of the snakes‘ flickering tongues in the darkness was amplified, and the scraping of their scales on the ground was hair–raising. Less than two hours had passed, and Brielle felt she couldn’t hold on much longer. She didn’t know how many more snakes would be let in, and the only thing she could do now was to hold herself and not listen, not think about it.

Outside, the two bodyguards who had released the snakes were smirking vilely. “Ma’am, we’ve got centipedes too. Shall we continue?”

Faith showed no mercy, her only wish was to torment Brielle thoroughly before anyone else found her. “Keep going, as long as she doesn’t die.” Faith commanded without a hint of compassion.

The bodyguards nodded and released several centipedes into the room.