Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

Why did it hurt her so much, even though she was the one injured? It felt like her heart was being squeezed by a giant hand, making it hard to breathe. She turned her gaze away, refusing to look at him.

King disinfected the wound and sprinkled some antiseptic powder over it. Only then did he lift his gaze to her. But Brielle was staring out the window, her profile radiating a clear "keep out" vibe. The room was thick with silence; neither of them spoke.

Isaac, nestled in King's arms, squirmed, nearly falling out. King quickly withdrew his hand from Brielle's palm to catch Isaac, pressing him closer to his chest. Isaac, deep in slumber with a rosy tip on his nose, remained blissfully unaware of the tension around him. His skin was so fair, he looked like a little angel with rosy cheeks and pearly teeth, making the redness on his nose stand out even more.

Brielle looked at Isaac's face, then back at the man in front of her, feeling a sense of being torn apart. Everything felt so surreal; the resemblance between the large and small faces was uncanny. The thought that this child was King's with another woman made her chest tighten; she resolved to ignore him even more.

Meanwhile, at the abandoned amusement park, amidst the violent shaking of the Ferris wheel, heart-wrenching cries could be heard. Someone arrived at the spot Brielle and King had left. Next to him, the wall was smeared with blood, his knuckles all busted, as he coldly watched the direction the car disappeared in. Despite having guessed it earlier, witnessing this scene still felt like a stab to his eyes. A family of three, how harmonious.

Kenzo let out a bitter laugh, tasting the blood in his mouth. He looked up at the still-shaking Ferris wheel, walked inside, and pressed a button. Alivia, who thought she was doomed today, felt the Ferris wheel slowly descend. Through her swollen eyes, she spotted that familiar figure. As the Ferris wheel touched the ground, Alivia scrambled out, collapsing on the ground with tears streaming down her face, clutching at Kenzo's leg.

"Brother, brother! I was so close to

dying," she sobbed, clinging to Kenzo, a testament to her terror. Kenzo remained silent, pinching the tear-stained face before him. Alivia was the picture of someone who had squandered every advantage. Once envied by everyone, a young prodigy with a network in foreign research institutes, the youngest director at the Beaconsfield Institute, surrounded by the wealthy and influential, yet now, she was reduced to this state. Scorned by society, detested by the web.

At this moment, Alivia cared little for her reputation; she was alive, and that was all that mattered. "Brother, I want revenge on Brielle! I want revenge on Max! I want them dead!" She had nearly been murdered by Max's son; she had to retaliate. "Brother, please help me."

Kenzo remained silent, the beautiful

face before him marred by venom and cunning. Having known Alivia for so many years, Kenzo was well aware of why she had failed. Her life had been too smooth; every minor bump felt like a catastrophe. He had truly cared for this sister; after all, during those cautious days in the Barnes family, this sister had shown him a lot of affection, albeit with ulterior motives. Now, looking at each other, they resembled the most pitiful, seeking warmth in their misery. He could no longer have Brielle, and Alivia could never have Max. Yet, neither was willing to let go, both determined to destroy that thorn in their side.

Kenzo knew, to proceed would be to step into hell, a choice he'd be making of his own volition. He could have been content watching her from afar, basking in the moon's gentle glow. But now, he wished to extinguish that moon himself. If it be his, then he wouldn allow it to be anyone else's, These days had been torturous, for he had uncovered Max's secret, understood the connection between Max and King, and even the child's appearance. He had deliberately uttered those words to disgust Brielle, realizing then how vile a man could become when love was

unrequited.

Looking at Alivia's face, twisted in ugliness, Kenzo felt a kinship in their grotesque forms. His smile was tender as he helped her up. "I'll help you."

Alivia's cries grew louder, clinging to him tighter. Yet, Kenzo's gaze was fixed ahead, as if immobilized by an unseen force.