Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Sophia felt like she had just stumbled upon the juiciest piece of gossip, and she couldn’t resist pulling out her phone to snap a few more pictures. The friends accompanying her noticed her distraction and asked what was up. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Sophia shook her head.

It turned out that the one who cuckolded Spencer was none other than Kenzo, and this was simply too explosive to keep to herself.

She was dying to shout this revelation from the rooftops, but then she thought about Kenzo’s status and felt a twinge of worry. It was too late though, and the photos she had just shared were already making rounds.

After all, in the social circles of Beaconsfield, there weren’t many secrets. A bit of news, especially involving someone as usually discreet as Kenzo, spread like wildfire through dry grass.

Within an hour, pretty much everyone knew about Kenzo’s intimate lunch with a mysterious woman.

Tessa saw the photo while she was swallowing her bitter medication, almost making her retch. She quickly grabbed a handful of grapes to chase away the taste, her cheeks flushing from the effort. After wiping her mouth and rinsing with some water, she sat by the bay window, lost in thought.

Sophia came in, her eyes brimming with scandal, carrying a box of pastries.

“Tessa, did you see that photo? Brielle and Kenzo out for lunch, and they looked cozy as can be. I told you Brielle was no good. I’m really worried she might make a move on Andrew.”

Sophia set the pastries on the table, her face a mask of innocence while she stirred the pot. “Emily ends up behind bars because of her,

and if Andrew insists I apologize to Brielle again, what will I do? I can’t end up in the clink with Emily.”

Tessa’s heart softened when she saw the pastries were her favorite flavor. “Why would Emily be in jail?” she asked, genuinely puzzled. After all, Emily was part of the Hatfield family, and they wouldn’t just stand by idly.

Sophia’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of gossip as she opened the pastry box.

“I just heard about it too. Apparently, Emily went after Brielle with a knife, and Brielle called the cops. Emily’s been charged with attempted assault and might be locked up for a while.”

That kind of record would make Emily a laughing stock once she got. out, which was probably part of Brielle’s plan.

Tessa elegantly scooped a piece of the pastry with a golden spoon and savored a bite. She had never met Brielle, but anyone who could snag Kenzo was clearly no pushover. She wouldn’t allow anyone to threaten her position in Andrew’s heart. He needed only to cherish her, and that was enough. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Sophia, you don’t need to apologize to Brielle. I’ll speak to Andrew,” Tessa assured Sophia, who exhaled in relief, a smug look crossing her face.

“Tessa, I knew you were the best.”

Tessa smiled and set down the spoon. “So, the whole circle knows about Kenzo and Brielle now?”

Sophia nodded. The photo she had sent out had already been forwarded to several chat groups.

“Sophia, send that photo to Spencer personally, and to the Haywood family as well. Don’t forget Faith. She adores her son Spencer. When she sees Brielle so blatantly cuckolding him, she won’t stand for it.”

This was Tessa’s way – using others to deal with Brielle, a bloodless

coup.

“Don’t worry, Tessa. I’m on it.”

Sophia was Tessa’s loyal sidekick, immediately sending out the well–angled photos that she had taken, designed to suggest a liaison.

Before Brielle even knew what was happening, her photo with Kenzo was the talk of the town.