Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Kenzo glanced up at Brielle, noting the confusion in her eyes-no disgust, just pure bewilderment at his presence there.

He tried to speak, but it was like his throat had a boulder lodged in it. Not a single word could escape. His hand gripped the door so tightly it hurt, but he forced a faint smile. "You're awake."

Brielle nodded, glancing around the room. "Where are we?"

She looked lost, like she'd just been through some massive upheaval. Kenzo didn't dare ask her anything, knowing she must've forgotten some things; otherwise, she wouldn't be calling him Kenzo.

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Despite it all, Kenzo felt a flicker of happiness. It was as if the universe had heard his prayers, rewinding time to before everything went haywire.

Brielle frowned, trying to get out of bed, but her legs gave out, nearly sending her to the floor. Kenzo wanted to help but moved slowly, his strength sapped by the meds Jaired had given him, needing support just to stand. "Kenzo, where are we?"

Brielle seemed distant, smoothly avoiding his attempt to assist her. They were practically strangers, having only met once before.

She propped herself up on the bed, shaking her head to clear it, then walked to the window. The sight of an endless island and the distant sea made her face turn pale. Kenzo, unsure of her current memory state, cautiously asked, "Feeling any better?"

Brielle nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes red as she stared out the window. "I get it now. King had me sent away; he got tired of me and killed our child."

Her tone was flat, her fingers gripping the window frame so tightly that, if she had any strength, her nails would've broken.

"Kenzo, why are you here? Last year, you just started as a guest lecturer at Beaconsfield College. We barely know each other, right?"

Even if King wanted to send her away, why to Kenzo's side?

Last year?

Kenzo's mind raced, piecing together fragments of his past. Brielle hadn't completely lost her memory. She remembered King, their time together, and Kenzo's existence.

The year Kenzo joined Beaconsfield College was the same year Brielle went abroad for an exchange during her junior year. Her memory stopped when she returned and King sent her away. Was this Myles' revenge?

Cutting off her later memories,

forcing her to recall only her timezin

the castle. To Brielle now, it seemed like she was forcibly tied to King for a year, their child died, and she was discarded.

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This was when Brielle hated King the most, completely disillusioned with Max.

Myles had exacted his revenge on both King and Brielle. He didn't kill Brielle but trapped her in this memory, hoping they'd destroy each other. And he succeeded, in his final act of cunning.

Back then, Brielle was just a distant figure to Kenzo, only becoming acquainted during her senior year when he helped with her thesis in the library. Now, to her, they were strangers. Strangers.

Kenzo had never found the term so beautifully poignant. His eyes welled up, and his nose tingled with emotion. Was this a gift from above? "Kenzo?"

Brielle's composure returned quickly. Her tears were gone, and she looked at him with clear, bright eyes. "Kenzo, do you know King?"

The man who had looked at her with such intense passion, making her feel deeply loved. He had bound her so tightly with the chains of love that she feared losing them would mean losing her sanity, exposing her deepest secrets.

She craved that gaze, yet the one who gave it also delivered the coldest betrayal. When Myles claimed King wanted their child dead, her disbelief was

overwhelming. And when Myles added that King wanted to set her free, she realized love wasn't the cure.