Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

The women of the high–society families were known for turning a blind eye to their husbands‘ extramarital escapades. Spencer had even promised that Lillian was his only indiscretion. So why did Brielle still feel humiliated?

She withdrew her hand and let out a scornful chuckle. “Spencer, you go ahead and have your little threesomes with whomever you like. I’m really not interested in your schemes. And about those photos, if you think you can use them to prove there’s still something between us, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Spencer’s face turned from shades of red to pale, wishing he could just silence Brielle then and

there.

“You broke into my place. You know exactly what you intended to do.”

As she turned to leave, Spencer reached out to grab her, but Brielle countered with a swift judo throw, pinning him to the ground with her knee on his back, wrenching his arm behind him. The position was a blow to any man’s pride, and Spencer started to sweat buckets. “Brielle, let me go this instant!”

There was a chilling edge in her voice as she responded, “You should be thankful you didn’t succeed that day, or I would’ve ended you right there.” Her knee delivered another heavy blow, forcing Spencer to stay hunched on the ground, unable to get up. Filled with resentment, he wished he could find a hole to crawl into. Who could explain where Brielle had learned such moves?

Releasing him, Brielle collected her scattered documents with practiced ease, while the onlookers stepped back, as if afraid they might be her next target. Without a word, Brielle marched into her department. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

The onlookers whispered among themselves.

“Did you see Brielle’s moves? She’s gotta have some martial arts training.”

“No way, I’ve never heard about it.”

“She said Spencer forced his way in, and judging by the way she took him down, it looks like he didn’t get the upper hand.”

Their eyes drifted to Spencer, who had managed to get off the floor, his chest heaving and his cheek swelling. His eyes reddened with rage as he wiped the blood from his lip..

William chuckled nearby. “Spencer, you alright there, buddy?”

Spencer didn’t reply, just pursed his lips and stomped toward the elevator. It was a disgrace. He wished he’d never shown up that day. Brielle had the audacity to do this to him, damn it. Back in her office, Brielle slumped into her chair, exhausted, dreading the rumors that would undoubtedly swirl around Dorsey International after today’s drama. She rubbed her temples. her thoughts turning to Max and the misunderstandings that had piled up. With a sigh, she put

14:17

down her phone.

Meanwhile, in the executive suite, Max had just loosened his tie when his phone buzzed with a call from Andrew, who delighted in kicking people when they were down, especially after seeing photos of Brielle and Spencer together. He couldn’t resist the urge to call Max for his reaction.

Max, with his usual foresight, promptly hung up, but that didn’t stop Andrew from texting the incriminating photos.

[Are you being cuckolded?]

Max’s expression turned icy as a second message arrived.

[But strictly speaking, it wasn’t really cuckolding, was it? After all, you are the newcomer. Little canary really doesn’t know better, does she? To have you and still mess around with her ex–fiancé.]

Max sneered and shot back a reply. [Aubree must be doing a better job than Brielle.]

He put down the phone, feeling frustrated. To alleviate the discomfort, he unbuttoned one button and then another.