Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Ramey's face was serious, lips pressed tight. "I've already called Mr. Lynch. He's heading out tonight to bring Brielle to North America." Aubree wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, nodding absentmindedly.

Even unconscious, Brielle was haunted by memories of the fire, blending with the distant nightmare of the orphanage blaze from her childhood. Fire was her greatest fear. It had taken away what mattered most and left her with the deepest scars.

"If I can't be with you, then I hope your life is nothing but safe and smooth," she whispered to herself, realizing it was Max's voice echoing in her mind.

A month later, in North America.

Dustin's mansion was famed for its stunning aesthetic, thanks to Mrs. Xavier's love for flowers. The garden was a year-round tapestry of blossoms.

Dustin had turned his mansion into a personal fortress, swapping out the staff to protect the privacy of the one he wanted to care for indefinitely. Known as North America's most eligible bachelor, the media went wild when the news broke, dedicating a week's worth of front-page stories to the scoop. The story even went international.

Journalists were desperate to interview the mystery woman hidden within Dustin's fortress, but the mansion was impenetrable. Not even a fly could get through its defenses. After a month, the media gave up, speculating that Dustin must have found true love to go to such lengths to protect her.

Bringing Brielle over wasn't an easy decision, considering the ongoing entanglements with the Lynch family. Their affairs had been intricately woven over the years, requiring the careful removal of each suspect, many of whom had been deeply embedded for a long time. But Dustin had a firm grasp on the situation. He could keep his sister safe in his mansion, spending his days simply talking to her.

Brielle had only started interacting with others in the past week. At first, she wouldn't say a word to Dustin, just stared blankly into space. Each morning before she woke, he would leave gifts worth fortunes by her bedside, only to find them untouched upon his return. But now, the hallucinations had ceased, and she was aware that she had lost the child and Max was gone.

She had returned to the Lynch family, gained the relatives she had longed for, only to lose everything else she had ever wanted. It was like the universe was telling her not to be greedy. How could she possibly have a loving family and a man like Max to love her too? Her eyes downcast, she told Dustin she wanted to go outside. Her eyes were perpetually swollen from crying, and Dustin worried that if she kept it up, she might eventually cry herself blind.

Their grandmother was also insisting on visiting Beaconsfield. Last time, Dustin had calmed her down, persuading her to cooperate with the doctors until her health improved enough for the trip. Now with Brielle in North America, Dustin hesitated to introduce her to the elderly woman, considering her current state. Moreover, their father was on the phone ten times a day, eager to know even the minutest details of Brielle's life.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

The Lynch family could offer Brielle the most prestigious status and a glittering lineage, but they couldn't bring back the one thing she wanted most-Max. The Lynch family, truth, was powerless. This

over??

realization plunged both Raymond

and Dustin into a deep pool of regret.

Now that Brielle was willing to venture out, Dustin naturally agreed, wanting to accompany her. But Brielle's expression remained neutral. "Let me go alone," she said softly.

Dustin resigned himself to her wish.

The mansion was expansive, arguably the most luxurious in North America, stretching across acres of land. Without a direct drive, one could easily get lost on the estate. With over twenty cars coming and going daily, the aim was to blur the lines of sight for anyone watching from outside, preventing any stakeouts. Thus, Brielle could leave by car without raising any suspicions.

As Brielle observed the bustling scene outside, she realized it was Valentine's Day back home. Her lips twitched slightly, and she retracted her gaze, returning to the jewel

store where she and Max had once shopped for rings. The salesperson seemed to recognize her, after all, her appearance had once caused a stir with Mr. Lynch himself.

"Ms. Brielle, is that you? Here for rings again?" the salesperson inquired.

Brielle's lips parted, and she purchased an identical pair of rings to the ones she had chosen with Max, slipping them onto her fingers. As she reached for her card to pay, the salesperson shook his head.

"Ms. Brielle, Mr. Lynch has already instructed us that anything you purchase is not to be charged."

Without a word, Brielle pocketed her card, studying the rings on her now much slimmer fingers-she had to order them two sizes smaller.

Just as she was about to leave, a childlike yet oddly mature voice called out from nearby.

"I'll take a set of her rings, too."

Brielle turned toward the sound to see a four-year-old boy, dressed in a miniature black suit, his face stern as he glanced up at her.

For a moment, Brielle's breath caught in her throat. He bore an uncanny resemblance to Max.