Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Noah had been harboring a crush on Alivia for years, and he agreed to this business trip mainly because it offered a chance to see her. But deep down, he knew that Alivia dreamed only of tying the knot with Max.

“Brielle’s reputation is in the gutter. I can’t believe Mr. Dorsey would be blind enough to fall for her.” Noah mused to himself.

Alivia breathed a sigh of relief at the thought that the rumors must be false, “Once you’ve settled things with my friend. I’ll come back home with you.

A flicker of joy passed through Noah’s eyes, “Great.”

Alivia, however, couldn’t shake her unease. It seemed she had to fast–track her engagement with the Dorseys to ward off any unworthy suitors who might have their eye on Max.

During her trip back home, she was determined to convince both families to move forward with the engagement.

She played with the bracelet around her wrist, a habit she picked up from Max. Mimicking his gestures somehow made her feel closer to him.

Although she was aware of Noah’s affection for her, her heart belonged to Max, and Max alone.

“Noah, I need a favor,” she said.

Noah blushed at her request. Coming from a wealthy family, he had eyes only for Alivia and would do anything to help her. “Just name it.”

“I want you to pursue Brielle. Someone sent me an anonymous message, and I can’t shake this feeling. You know how long I’ve waited for Max, and I can’t afford any complications. If Brielle’s personal life is as messy as they say, maybe she’s eyeing Max? With your looks and family background, it should be easy for you to win her over, right? And after that, you can just dump her. It wouldn’t be a loss for you.”

Noah didn’t ponder whether Alivia’s tactics were fair or foul. To him, it was an honor to be entrusted with such a task. “Don’t worry, I’ll have her wrapped around my finger within a week.” Alivia’s lips curled slightly. “I’ll handle things with my friend. You should head back home. Give me no more than two weeks, and I’ll have a definite answer for you.”

“Alright, take care, Alivia.”

Unbeknownst to Brielle, she had become Alivia’s target. After sorting out her move, Brielle returned a call to the police department..

In less than two days, she had settled into her new place, taking some time off work due to an overly passionate encounter with Max that still left her private part sore.

In the afternoon, she finally decided to visit the hospital. As she lay on the examination bed, the

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doctor’s expression grew stern. “Miss, do you need us to call the police for you?”

Brielle blushed with embarrassment, making up an excuse, “It’s just my boyfriend. He can be a bit overzealous.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

The doctor looked unconvinced and noticed Brielle’s discomfort, his brow furrowing slightly. “Here’s your prescription. Remember, it’s important to respect yourself.”

Her cheeks reddened further as she left the office, overhearing a couple of doctors gossiping.

“Last month’s case was even more outrageous. These young people today really don’t know their limits.”

“Right? They should find a decent boyfriend instead of hooking up with some rich kid. They get the cash but lose their health.”

Brielle’s head buzzed with irritation, mentally cursing Max as she rushed out of the hospital.

“Oof!”

Turning a corner, she bumped into someone, her nose throbbing from the impact as her medicine scattered on the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” she murmured, bending to pick up the pills. But the man was quicker, his fingers. tensing as he recognized the medication and spotted the gynecology sign behind her. Handing them back, he muttered, “No harm done.”

Brielle looked up to see a young man’s face, one that seemed vaguely familiar.