Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle's face had gone ice-cold, her eyes hardening as she realized there was no way out now. The gunmen had been subdued, and Arthur lay sprawled over her, covered in blood. Onlookers had already gathered, helping them into the ambulance.

Brielle was no stranger to the North American media; her face was well-known. Arthur, too, was a frequent presence in the spotlight, often seen in interviews. Now, with him injured while protecting the "Diamond Princess," rumors were flying about whether Arthur had a

secret crush on Brielle. Was this the start of an epic love story?

The North American press, never one to miss a juicy story, plastered images of Arthur's injury all over the news. Being a globally recognized heir, Arthur's injury was big news, causing ripples even in Congress. Caught up in the media frenzy, Brielle had no choice but to stay in the hospital.

Journalists swarmed the hospital, making it nearly impossible to get in or out. Amid the chaos, Brielle felt a surge of irritation. She reached for her phone, only to realize it had been lost in the crowd. Rubbing her temples, she felt utterly disconnected. Meanwhile, the news about her and Arthur was blowing up everywhere. King, unable to reach her, grew increasingly furious, his demeanor as cold as ice. Notifications buzzed incessantly, hinting at Brielle's future as the nation's queen consort. The North American media was in an uproar.

King watched silently, recognizing Brielle had gone to investigate something at school and had ended up getting closer to Arthur. Arthur, that cunning fox. At thirty-two, Arthur was in his prime but had yet to ascend to the throne, a situation King blamed on Arthur's past actions with the princess. King's disdain for the North American royalty was well-known, and now, with Brielle getting close to Arthur-even to the point of taking a bullet for her-King felt a fire rage within him.

He had reluctantly given her some freedom, and now she was defying him at every turn. Fuming, his eyes glinted with a hint of red.

Trapped in the hospital, unable to contact anyone, Brielle tried to borrow a phone. But the hospital was in an uproar, with everyone rushing around due to the prince's injury. No one had time to spare her a glance.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

The lead doctor was busy extracting the bullet from Arthur, who, in his delirium, called out for Brielle. With no other option to calm the patient, they sought out Brielle.

"Ms. Brielle, Prince Arthur is asking

for you. He hopes you could accompany him for a while," they

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said, cornering her with a sense moral obligation. If she refused, she faced condemnation from all of North America, possibly tarnishing the Lynch family's reputation.

Brielle's expression darkened. She didn't care if Arthur was genuinely calling for her or putting on a show she had to enter the room. This moment was captured by the media allowed inside, snapping a photo of Brielle tending to Arthur and promptly sharing it online. With the prince injured, news about him

quickly surged in popularity.

Now, with Brielle by his side, rumors of mutual affection spread like wildfire. "Looks like we'll have a queen soon. Is the wedding just around the corner?"

"The Lynch family's princess is truly beautiful, the most stunning Australian I've ever seen. Of course, Ms. Sarah was also a beauty in her day."

"Besides Ms. Sarah, have you forgotten the other famous beauty from Australia? Simone was chased by many a tycoon for her looks. Though not many remember her name now, her beauty was once the talk of Australia."

The internet was abuzz, and with each passing moment, King's fury only grew He was left alone, his icy demeanor repelling anyone from coming close. With a scornful laugh, King tossed his phone aside, trying to quell the storm of emotions within him.

When she returned, he was determined to hear her side of the story.