Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 607

On the balcony, Tessa finally heard the commotion from the room. She quickly pocketed her phone. The video was her ace in the hole, not to be shared recklessly. It was to be kept safe.

Whenever she felt down, she’d watch it and enjoy how Aubree was defiled on the bed by several

men.

A smirk played on her cheeks as she entered the bedroom. “Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep and ended up flipping on the TV. Did I wake you, Andrew?”

Andrew didn’t speak, feeling a bitter tang in his chest. The urge to lash out was strong. He rubbed his temples, his voice flat. “Turn off the TV.”

For some reason, Tessa didn’t dare provoke him now. He was having nightmares, perhaps? He seemed so grim, his pallor ghastly.

She hurriedly shut off the TV and tiptoed to the bed, wrapping her arms around him. “Let’s just sleep.”

Andrew, fighting a wave of nausea, lay back down.

At the hospital.

Doctors surrounded Aubree, their expressions grim. Everyone knew what she had endured, but no one dared ask for details.

her wounds and assuring her that the missing tooth could be fixed, the doctors left

tears. She would have rather

blinked her stinging eyes. Her body ached, and she was utterly speechless. Her throat felt

bed until the end of time. Her voice was weak, and her body was drenched

alone, Aubree rushed to the en–suite bathroom to vomit. Her stomach burned as if

good, but the violation shadowed her still.

the revolt of her body. It felt like breaking down,

she didn’t enter the room right away. Aubree had asked for space, probably to process

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she spotted Ricardo in the hallway. He looked shaken, undoubtedly

his palm, his face flushing. “Ms.

You’ve been through a

red, a clear sign of her own struggle against immense pain. Still, she sought

a weak smile. “No. Ms. Haywood,

way, you’re Stellar Stage’s golden boy. I won’t

should be handling things by now. After tonight,

fine.

I trust you.”