Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1422

In the cozy glow of the evening, Brielle perched on the windowsill, a touch of shyness dancing in her eyes. Max's kisses were soft, and his movements gentle, creating a cocoon of tenderness around them.

Afterward, Brielle rolled over, reaching to switch off the lamp by the bed, the light too harsh for her sleepy eyes. On the nightstand stood two little wooden figurines, a sweet gift from King. She chuckled and playfully nudged Max. "Think you could make one of these?" she asked.

Max glanced at the figurines and remembered King secretly crafting these charming little tokens, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

"Not really," he admitted.

Even though he remembered the process, the actual crafting was a different story.

"Wow, something Max isn't a pro at," she teased with a grin, only to be pulled closer into his arms.

"I could learn," he murmured.

Brielle had just mentioned it casually, captivated by the figurines' cuteness and wanting to share that delight with him. She yawned, nestling deeper into his embrace.

"No need, these two are perfect," she murmured, drifting off to sleep, leaving Max watching over her, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush in the dim light.

Ensuring she was sound asleep, Max picked up the figurines, admiring the craftsmanship. King, Brielle. Their names were carved on the back, adding a simple yet meaningful touch. With a sigh, he placed them back and snuggled up to Brielle, wrapping her in his arms as they both drifted into slumber.

Their wedding was just a week away, and Brielle was busy sending out invitations to friends. With Stellar Stage Entertainment in her brother Dustin's capable hands, she and Max enjoyed a bit of a breather.

While Max and Isaac were busy with Noir and the pups, Brielle reached out to friends, sending out invitations far and wide.

In North America, Mason wasn't surprised when he received Brielle's invitation. He had seen the grand proposal online, and saying he wasn't envious would be a lie. Such a perfect pair, he couldn't tell who was luckier, Brielle or Max.

Holding the invitation, Mason looked through the hospital room door at Tiffanie, who sat staring blankly out the window, refusing food and conversation since she'd woken up.

With a heavy heart, Mason entered the room.

"I'm setting you free," he said, his voice light but heavy with unspoken emotions.

"You can go, anywhere you want."

Tiffanie froze, unsure if he was serious. She had been surviving on IV fluids, desperate to escape Mason's presence, believing that distance would help her forget the

horrors of that night.

She had mistakenly thought she could use Mason against Everett, but now she was trapped in a nightmare of her own making.

Hesitant, she got up and fled the

room, grabbing her phone. Outside, she paused, relieved when Mason didn't follow. As she checked the news, she saw the announcement of Max and Brielle's wedding.

Feeling a pull to connect, she called Max.

"Maxie," she started, tears instantly spilling over.

"What's up?" Max's voice was as direct as ever.

"I lost my passport and my ID... I need to get out of North America, anywhere. Can you help?"

Her voice shook, tears flowing freely.

"I'll have someone bring you back," Max assured her.

"Thanks, Maxie, and congrats on the wedding."

Max paused, sensing her distress. Tiffanie had no one else, and Max had always been like a guardian angel to her, despite having no blood ties to the Dorsey family. "I just... I just missed you," she sobbed, finally letting her emotions spill over.

From the trauma with Everett to Victoria's violent outburst and the hospital, she had kept everything bottled up, and now she poured her heart out to Max, her tears a testament to her relief.