Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 19

The door closed slowly, and Brielle remained rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch. She had known Aubree for years but never realized the depth of the relationship between

her and

Andrew. A tumult of emotions churned within her, like waves crashing and winds howling. Didn’t Andrew have a fiancée?

Brielle’s head lowered, her long lashes casting deep shadows across her face, as she stood motionless.

The hallway was quiet and elegant, but the noises coming from the man had been anything but. Perhaps mindful that Max was still waiting in the private dining room, Andrew had finished quickly. His lips, his shirt collar, were smudged with telltale marks of lipstick.

Leaning against the mirror, legs weak, Aubree raised an evebrow with a smile, “Tessa didn’t take good care of you?”

Andrew, with a touch of cruelty, patted her cheek and said coldly, “This kind of affair isn’t something she’s cut out for.”

Aubree didn’t reply, her face ghostly pale.

Andrew left her with a simple command, “Clean yourself up and come out,” before he was

gone.

silent again, Aubree straightened her attire before exiting, only to spot a shadow around

“Bri…”

expected Brielle to be there, and in a flash of panic, she wasn’t sure how much Brielle had seen. She knew her actions were no better than those of Lillian, and almost instinctively she tried to justify, “You have to understand,

excuses to rationalize this twisted relationship. Brielle’s eyes were calm as she eventually asked, “Do you think there’s love between me

shivered and found herself at

was palpable. The very person who had just been condemning Lillian had suddenly become the

wouldn’t understand love. I’ve adored him for over a decade, since we

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all because of his engagement

as a tool, but Aubree was powerless to stop her feelings. If there were a switch to turn

“Bri.”

bold, Aubree had never felt so

door creaked open. Andrew appeared, a smirk of smug satisfaction spread across his face, yet it lacked any trace of genuine emotion. “Little Canary,

all along but didn’t

her wrist was caught mid-air by Andrew, who wore a mocking smile, his lips stained with red, “Go back

the slightly ajar door of the booth, she locked

glass of wine,

his jacket, just wanted to return it and leave. She didn’t look at Aubree

woody note with a hint of crisp rose-in

Max, your jacket.” She slid off the suit