Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle hadn't woken up yet, still feeling like the world around her was spinning, her head heavy and foggy. It was as if she was curled up in a tiny space, her body stiff from being in that position for too long. But it didn't quite feel like that either. Her mind was flooded with images, and this time, she clearly saw the man from her dreams. The man had Max's face, smiling at her, showering her with gifts.

"Little Canary, do you like this?"

"Little Canary, do you want to go back to class? Then beg me."

He had a sparkle in his eyes, and in the dead of night, he would gaze into her face, holding her hand, kissing it tenderly. Because of her engagement to Spencer, she had always resisted getting close to other men. But King, he barged into her world without asking if she wanted him there. He was forceful, reckless, compelling her to accept his presence.

He gave it all-love, wealth, even dignity. It felt like a heavy burden. A burden that made her fear she couldn't reciprocate such feelings. King's world had room only for him, so he cared for nothing else and hoped she'd do the same. That so-called love was a shackle, binding her tightly, leaving her immobile. Even a casual conversation with another man would drive him insane. And his way of madness was often to punish her in bed. Even if she cried out in pain, he'd only ask if it felt good.

Calling him a villain didn't quite fit. He wasn't a bad person, as long as you didn't provoke him. But he seemed clueless about how to win someone's heart, only making things worse. In Brielle's world, she had always been acutely aware of one thing: she wasn't that important. To the world, she was just a drop in the ocean. To the Haywood family, she was even less noticeable. And to her fiancé Spencer, her presence was minimal.

Everyone has their flaws. Hers seemed incurable, with no one willing to cure them, so she gradually accepted her insignificance. But then this person came along, his passion overwhelming. His affection, emotions, were all laid bare, desperately wanting to give everything in exchange for just a fraction of her attention. Such people exist, their intensity makes you want to flee.

The love that he offered wrapped tighter and tighter around her, suffocating her, overturning her understanding of her inner world. She began to hate him, or rather, forced herself to hate him. She was educated; how could she fall for someone just because they forced her

to?

Brielle's loneliness, no one

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understood. She seemed aloof, distant, with hardly any friends at work. She seemed accustomed to being alone. But that tiny, most. humble part of her, hidden deep within, constantly tried to communicate with everyone around her. "Look at me, I'm right here in front of you, why do I always have to be ignored?"

The Haywood family didn't care for her. Her earnest efforts at work only bred suspicion. Her fiancé's sarcasm, all of it felt like immense pressure, burying the most humble part of her deep under. In truth, she longed to be seen. So, the more intense King's gaze, the happier she became. The colder her expression, the more she melted under his fervent gaze. She knew she wasn't normal. And these thoughts, she couldn't share with anyone; that would only make her seem pitiful.

How could someone like King exist, willing to give his all at first sight? "Little Canary, my studious girl, I could watch you all day." "Do you like this?"

"A villa, a castle, what do you want? Ah, as long as you wish for it, I'll give you everything."

"Little Canary, do you guess how much I love you?"NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Sometimes he'd ask her mysteriously only to receive her reply, "Boring, disgusting." But where he couldn't see, she'd slightly curl the corners of her mouth. Of course, she knew he loved her. His love was like the summer sun, blindingly bright, impossible to ignore no matter how hard you try.

"I love you, so very much."