Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 27

The air at the dinner table was thick with unspoken tension, which erupted violently when Miranda

suddenly lost her cool. She grabbed Brielle by the hell have you been up to outside this house?”

ollar of her blouse. “What the

Brielle had only just finished a tryst with Max the night before, and the faint marks that had begun to

fade were now a vivid crimson. As her collar was yanked open, those damning marks were exposed to

the scrutinizing eyes of everyone present.

Miranda froze, then, unable to contain her fury, she slapped her daughter across the face. “How could I

have raised a daughter like you! Get out! Get out of

my sight!”

It was all over. Her daughter had been fooling around behind the back of the Dorsey family’s son. If

Faith got wind of this, the Haywoods would be in jeopardy.

Faith, who never tolerated any nonsense, would never allow her son to marry a fickle

woman.

How did things get this bad? Miranda’s fingertips quivered with the urge to s

slap her daughter again, but she found herself powerless, torn between regret for raising such daughter

and resentment towards Brielle’s disobedience.

Brielle wiped the corner of her mouth where the slap had landed harder than ever before. She should

feel heartbroken, but instead, there was a bizarre sense of relief.

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Lillian, witnessing the scene, felt like she’d just won the lottery. Brielle, always so prim and proper, had

been cavorting with someone behind closed doors. She feigned shock, covering her mouth, “Bri, have

you been cheating on Spencer?”

Brielle calmly fixed her slightly disheveled hair, “My fiancé has been keeping a bitch as his mistress on

the side. Why shouldn’t I get my revenge? Spencer, you were right. He did indeed show me what I was

missing.”

The thought of a male prostitute, one who wouldn’t even show his face, and yet made Brielle willing to

break off her engagement, was a humiliation too intense for Spencer to believe. Spencer’s chest

heaved with anger, his eyes red with rage.

Brielle was always so composed. How could she fall for a male prostitute? How could she go crazy like

this?

Spencer felt a metallic taste in his mouth, as if tasting blood. His fiancée was ready to toss him aside

for a male prostitute. It was an embarrassment, a slight that made him feel an unfamiliar pang of hurt.

She even said that male prostitute was irresistible, words that didn’t sound like they could come from

Brielle.

Spencer’s heart ached. Was he not attractive enough? Was his family not prestigious enough? How

dare she!

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“I disagree. His voice was hoarse, his gaze piercing, “I will not dissolve our engagement, Brielle. You’ve

lost your mind.”

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He didn’t understand why he wouldn’t agree, only that he couldn’t stand to stay there any longer.

Brielle had changed so much.

Spencer had never wanted to destroy someone so badly, all because of that detestable male escort. If

he ever found that gigolo, he would make him pay dearly.

Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to react this way, and it only added to her frustration. Yet, seeing the

color drain from Lillian’s face brought her a twisted sense of satisfaction. So, Lillian, his long-term

mistress, meant so little to Spencer after all.

However, it still wasn’t enough. She remembered the rage and humiliation of catching them together.

Comparing that to what they were experiencing now, it was a drop in the

ocean.

“Mr. Spencer, you sure have a big heart, knowing your fiancée has been promiscuous and yet refusing

to break off the engagement. Seems like you have a taste for being cuckolded.”

Her laugh was cold as her gaze swept over the shocked faces around her. She gracefully picked up her

purse.

After tonight, the Haywoods would no longer see her as the obedient daughter. The Dorseys probably

wouldn’t hear about this shameful affair right away, as no one present would want to spread such

disgraceful news. Except for Lillian-who knew what she might stir up.

But Brielle didn’t care anymore. Things had escalated to a point of no return.

The constraints of both the Haywood family and the Dorsey family made her feel. miserable day and

night. It would be better to break free from them sooner. And somehow, she had always suspected

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Spencer wouldn’t let go of their engagement so easily. He had been talking about it for years, yet aside

from verbal humiliation, he never

took action.

That was why she chose Max.

Max was her last card to play to end this engagement-a card she wouldn’t play unless absolutely

necessary.

Because the stakes were high, and it was a card she couldn’t control. It could set off a chain of events

she wasn’t ready to deal with yet.

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