Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Mark had always been a straight shooter, the kind of guy who believed in fair play and hard work. Sc. when he came face to face with arrogance on such a grand scale, it left him reeling. The sight of the luxury car, worth over ten million, made him feel powerless. It was clear as day that this was someone with clout someone who could make life difficult.

Brielle rushed to his side, her hand patting his back reassuringly, “Mark, please don’t get upset.”

Mark’s body trembled with fury, and when Spencer showed up, his anger reached its boiling paint.

Spencer already felt like he owed Lillian so much, so the moment he got her message, he came running. When he arrived. Lillian’s eyes welled up with tears as she called out, “Spencer.”

Spencer was clearly uncomfortable, especially with his fiancée’s parents standing not too far away. He forced a smile and gave a curt nod, pretending not to be affected.

Approaching Faith, he asked in a low voice. “Mom, what’s going on?”

Faith glared at him with resentment. If only he had been more careful, they wouldn’t be in this

mess.

Spencer, aware of his own quitt, harbored even more resentment towards Brielle. It was all Brielle’s fault.

“We’ll just have to wait for the outcome.” she said.

Spencer nodded, his gaze shifting to Brielle, turning to disgust in an instant. “Why are your always around, stirring up more trouble? I heard you sold off the decorations in the villa. Brielle, you’re just too

greedy. Look, we might be engaged, but we’re not married yet. That’s all my property until we tie the knot. Uncle Max promised the house to you, not the stuff inside.”

Mark’s eyes widened in shock at Spencer’s words. What was he hearing? An engagement? Brielle and Spencer were engaged?

But wasn’t Spencer Lillian’s boyfriend? They even came to the orphanage together.

The blow was too much for Mark. He looked from Lillian to Spencer and then back to the Haywood family, struggling to process it all

What kind of life had Brielle been leading all these years, and what had Lillian done? She stole Brielle’s fiancé!

Mark felt a tightness in his chest, and before he knew it, the world went black as he fainted.

“Mark!” Brielle was startled and quickly helped him sit down, fanning him and trying to revive him. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She couldn’t help but glance over at everyone present. Brielle was unaware of the missing

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heiress drama and thought the Haywoods were there for another paternity test. She found it amusing; it seemed the Haywoods were desperate to claim Lillian as their own.

She thought she would feel heartbroken, but she didn’t. In fact, she felt a weight had been lifted. Deep down, she had always wanted to escape this family, but blood ties had kept her bound. If it turned out to be a huge mix–up, it would be the best surprise ever.

To the Haywoods, it might seem like they were eager to get rid of Brielle, but she was the one. desperate to be free of them.

The ties to the Haywood family were a shackle on her freedom. Her entanglement with Spencer only spelled danger. If she could sever these bonds from the root, she would light fireworks in celebration. So, the urgency on their faces seemed ridiculously amusing to her.

The doctor who was sorting out the files rushed over and performed first ald, stabilizing Mark. Mark couldn’t say a word, only holding Brielle’s hand in silence. Brielle didn’t know what to say either. The truth was finally out.

The doctor, relieved after the emergency aid, turned to Brielle and Lillian. “Both of your files are damaged. The doctor who conducted your original tests has left. You both need to do a new one.” He took their hair samples and, without hesitation, followed his team out the door.

Once the doctor had left, the atmosphere became even more strange. Brielle helped Mark up. “Mark, it’s chilly outside. Let me help you inside.”

Mark patted her hand and, though pale as a sheet, shook his head slowly. He didn’t let anyone else come in and shut the door behind them. “Bastards,” he muttered under his breath.

“A bunch of bastards.” He gasped for air as he sat down, his hand shaking as he clutched Brielle’s, “Brielle, you’ve had it rough all these years. Lillian was an ungrateful girl. You’ve raised a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Does your face hurt? They’re bullying you because you don’t have a strong backing. Your parents aren’t even on your side. What kind of life have you been living?”

Brielle’s face was swollen and hearing his words made her feel a pang of heartache.

A few frightened kids sat nearby, clueless about what had happened butside. One little boy bravely fetched an ice pack from the fridge and placed it timidly on the table.

Brielle smiled gratefully at the gesture.

in nain in his heart both from the betrayal and the worry for Brielle.