Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1429

She answered in a rush, her eyes shimmering with tears, turning a soft shade of red from the overwhelming emotion. Max couldn't stand seeing her cry, so he leaned in, giving her a gentle kiss. "Don't cry," he whispered.

Brielle's eyes were glistening, and she instinctively reached out to hug him, but her extravagant wedding dress made it tricky. Max knelt down, smoothing out the wrinkles in her gown, handling the fabric as if it were light as a feather. Brielle's cheeks flushed even redder, watching him kneel like that, tending to her dress with such care. It warmed her heart.

How did she get so lucky to have Max in her life? Max looked up, noticing her eyes glistening again, and chuckled softly.

"Why so many tears?" he asked.

Brielle quickly dabbed her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just can't help it," she admitted.

All the wedding invites had been sent, and there were more guests than she'd imagined. Besides the familiar faces, there were also some of Max's old business associates. Guests trickled into the beautifully decorated Premier Palace, the joy in the air was contagious. A red carpet stretched from the entrance to a temporary floral arch where the priest awaited.

Brielle felt like she was walking on air, surrounded by the crisp scent of Max, the aroma of wine, and the warmth of the sun. Her brother's voice cut through the moment, reminding her about the diamond-studded plane reserved for the honeymoon.

"Alright, thanks, bro," Brielle nodded, then was pulled aside by Raymond for more advice. Raymond scrutinized Max, finding flaws everywhere, unable to accept his daughter leaving the nest so soon. He wanted to vent his frustration, but seeing Brielle's happiness, he let it go.

"Our family is wealthy, so stand your ground if you ever argue, and remember, the Lynch family will always have your back," Raymond advised before Sarah gently intervened.

"That's enough, Max is a good man. He won't argue with our little girl. Let's focus on the positives," Sarah reassured, easing the tension. Max felt a wave of gratitude hearing this. "Thanks, Mom," he said.

Sarah smiled, "Just be happy, that's all I ask. Now, don't let us keep you from your vows."

Standing under the floral arch, Brielle's cheeks were a rosy pink, feeling like she was in a dream. It wasn't until everyone was looking at her that she realized it was time for her vows, quickly blurting out, "I do, I

really do."

The guests laughed, amused by her timing. Embarrassed, she had been lost in thought during her own wedding. Max, amused, exchanged rings with her and sealed their vows with a kiss. "Brielle, I finally made you mine," he said.

Brielle looked up, pushing back her tears.

"Me too, I finally married the one who captured my heart at first glance."

Amidst applause, they shared another kiss. Isaac stood beside them, his cheeks flushed as he looked between them. Daddy and Mommy were finally together! He had a mommy now! And Little Noir too! He was over the moon.

Isaac's presence had already sparked envy among the guests. Who could have guessed the couple already had a child, and one so much like Max? The family of three stood there, their happiness painting a picture-perfect moment.

Love for them would be found in the

everyday rituals - each morning hello, each evening goodbye. They were grateful, for having each other was their greatest fortune. The ocean has its limits, the moon its phases, and life its imperfections. But with you, everything feels complete.

Here's to a future filled with gentle moments.

(The main story wraps up here, with future updates including side stories about Brielle and Max's second child and tales about King. Thank you to everyone who's been part of their journey. Let us know whose story you'd like to see next. If a side story isn't your thing, just wait for the next one. Writing is no easy task, so thank you for your support.)