Master of his heart (Brielle and Max) novel Chapter 27

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.

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.”

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