Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle's heart shattered when she heard King was planning to send her away for good. Desperate and broken, she begged Myles to hypnotize her, wanting to forget everything, blaming King for ruining her life. Myles, though, was battling his own demons. He had committed the ultimate sin in his profession by hypnotizing himself, which blurred the lines between reality and illusion so much that he sometimes truly believed he was King. King had initially been drawn to Myles because of this uncanny ability, seeing in it the potential for Myles to be the perfect double. Back then, King was indifferent to everything, never worrying that having a double might backfire. Now, Myles shared this secret with Arthur, a smug smile playing on his lips. "As long as Brielle doesn't remember the past, she'll think another woman bore King's child."

The birth control device was just a minor detail in their elaborate scheme, ensuring Brielle wouldn't have children with anyone else if she lost her memory. After all, how could she be worthy of King, a man of such noble stature, if she did? Having served as King's double for so long, Myles was all too familiar with King's obsessive love for Brielle a toxic mix of obsession and insecurity. King was probably terrified of Brielle remembering their past and would never bring it up. The deep hypnosis Myles had used on Brielle had taken all his energy, making it nearly impossible for her to recall those memories. Destroying the alliance between the Lynch family and the Saudi royals could start from this very point. Upon hearing the full story, Prince Arthur's mind raced with possibilities. To extricate the royal family from this mess, they would have to sacrifice the Lynch family. But such a plan needed careful execution.

He glanced at Myles in his wheelchair, his lips curling into a smile. "Have someone take him down and make sure he's well taken care of."

Attendants soon wheeled Myles away. His face, hidden under layers of bandages, twisted in pain-a stark reminder of the agony of waking from his self-induced hypnotic state. Once, Myles had been a man of influence, but now, having lost his legs and his face, he had nothing.

And yet, he couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Kenzo's obsession. Did Kenzo still hope for Brielle's

love? If so, Myles was curious to see if he could win her over with another round of deep hypnosis, provided Briette was slightly willing. Clutching his fists tightly, Myles vowed to reclaim everything he had lost. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

After a night of turmoil, Brielle woke up with aches all over her body, still wrapped in King's embrace. His grip around her waist was so tight she could barely breathe. She noticed that even in sleep, he wore his black ring a small, childlike habit that somehow lifted the gloom in her heart.

Feeling her stir, King opened his eyes, dark circles evidence of a sleepless night. "Why do you wear the ring even to bed?" she asked.

"It's because I like it," King replied without hesitation, "and it was the second gift I ever received."

His words, though casual, pierced Brielle's heart. The first gift must have been from someone else, she thought. Given King's ruthless nature and the transient relationships in his life, it was unlikely he had many friends. And his "birthday"? Ifit coincided with Max's, it would probably keep him up at night in irritation.

But the exact date King "came to be" was probably known only to him, a secret he had never shared. Brielle felt another pang of pain. How could he make her so angry one moment and so heartbreakingly concerned the next, with every cell in her body trembling with

emotion?