Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

Returning to Beaconsfield had really lifted Tiffanie's spirits. For ages, she'd been reluctant to reconnect with her old friends, but recently, she found herself eager to hang out with them again. It was like a weight had been lifted.

Still, she couldn't shake this unsettling feeling that someone was tailing her. Probably just her imagination, she mused. Mason would never do something like that, and it's not like she had any enemies lurking around Beaconsfield. Especially now, when she'd promised herself to live life to its fullest, with everything finally falling into place. She was even busy decorating the villa Maxie had gifted her. She hadn't put much effort into decorating before moving in, but now it felt like the right time. Tiffanie always leaned towards a cool, edgy vibe, but she worried Mason might not be into it. After hours of chatting, it was clear Mason just wanted her to be happy, whatever style she chose.

She wanted to buy everything in sight, with Mason's credit card seemingly having no limit.

So, she dove into furniture shopping. When the delivery crew came to move her purchases in, one of the movers, wearing a cap, asked for her number to coordinate a second delivery. Without much thought, she handed it over and kept browsing through the luxury furniture store, making sure the first batch of her picks was sent home first.

Just as she was about to choose a vanity, her phone buzzed with a text.

"I never thought you'd be living it up so well after all these years."

She frowned, puzzled about who it was from, and ignored it, focusing back on the coffee table. But then her phone buzzed again with another message.

Tiffanie's heart pounded, panic clawing at her as she glanced around nervously.

"You and Victoria look similar. Honestly, when me and my brothers messed with Victoria, never thought she'd climb so high. Michael's got skills. Everyone else is gone, only I made it out."

"Changing my name and keeping a low profile, I dodged that old guy's revenge. Lived in Beaconsfield all these years, and figured out Victoria had a daughter. Seeing you today, I'm sure you're her daughter, my daughter. You've got the best of both of us. Hello, my dear daughter."

Clutching her phone tight, Tiffanie lost all interest in shopping. She needed to get home. Her legs felt like jelly, as if her buried fears had resurfaced.

"Had no idea one of them survived. How could there be someone left?"

"The furniture you picked is pretty

nice, and it's pricey too, worth millions. Seems like your boyfriend's spoiling you big time. Wonder if he'd feel the same if he knew your backstory. If you don't want spilling the beans, transfer ten

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me

million to this account."

Feeling dizzy, Tiffanie leaned against the wall for support.

The sales assistant, noticing her distress, came over with concern. "Tiffanie, are you okay?"

To Tiffanie, everyone seemed like a threat. She instinctively shrugged off the assistant's hand. "Need some water?" the assistant offered, a bit awkwardly.

set

Shaking her head, Tiffanie slowly sank into a nearby chair, her hands trembling as she tried to call Mason

but couldn't dial his numbo Mason

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shaky fingers.

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Seeing her struggle, the assistant took Tiffanie's phone and dialed Mason's number for her.

Mason was at home, arranging their newly bought items, when he got the call. His heart warmed at the mention of Tiffanie's name. "What's wrong?"

"Hello, sir, Tiffanie isn't feeling well. I'll send you the address."

Mason's heart skipped a beat. He quickly delegated the furniture setup to the new housekeeper and rushed to Tiffanie's side.

Huddled on a mall bench,

surrounded by concerned strangers

yet silent, Tiffanie waited until

Mason arrived. Her eyes lit up upon seeing him, and she slowly stood.

"Mason," she whispered, tears flowing freely.