Chapter 643

Andrew thought it was time to snuff out Brielle’s life. He never dwelled on consequences–his own satisfaction was paramount.

He could even disregard that she belonged to Max. So what? To cross him was to court death.

However, a nagging feeling told him that killing Brielle would provoke more than a slap from Aubree.

His hands gripped the steering wheel with a wild edge, and his brows knitted in fierce determination. “Brielle, my business with Aubree is none of your concern. She’s well aware that I plan to marry Tessa. My heart has always been with Tessa.”

*Andrew, did Aubree not tell you? The moment you marry Tessa, she’ll step out of the picture. She’s just getting an early start. Your wedding is coming up soon, right? Tessa’s relying on you more than ever. If you don’t marry her, think of how pitiful she’ll be.”

Her face was lit up with a smile as the sunlight kissed one cheek.

Suddenly, a chilling thought struck Andrew. Brielle wasn’t looking forward to his marriage with Tessa; she was anticipating pushing him and Tessa into a living hell.

That grave called marriage seemed to beckon him and Tessa to a point of no return.

But why?

Brielle. He despised her even because he knew all too well how she had climbed the social ladder to Max’s side through less–than–honorable means. He had always looked down on such women, much like

their bodies to get ahead

more than a convenient bed partner. She was a call away when he needed

this arrangement. And yet, all he could offer was just

hardly announce to the world his affair with his sister in all but blood. The moment that news

Aubree’s genuine feelings until they were numb, never caring for her pain.

the accelerator, continuing to torment Brielle. Pain began

them, several cars were in pursuit. She

His car was a custom sports car with the advantage of speed

wants to end things with you? You’re even redecting Tessa’s well–cerg. It seems

took a sharp turn, only

In a salt–second decision. Andrew varked the steering wheel narrowly avoiding a collision

of the shattered windshield pierced Andrew’s chest, while Brielle suffered only a minor

could react. Max had him by the collar, landing a heavy punch on his face.

rattled loose with

scratch, ocened the now–broken car door and stepped out, clutching her injured arm. Wax saw the red on her limb and delivered a kick

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