Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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?

despised her even because he knew all too well how she had climbed the social ladder to

used their bodies to

was nothing more than a convenient bed partner. She was a call away when he needed her, worth

sensed that Aubree wanted more than this arrangement. And yet, all

and the CEO of Clements Corporation. He could hardly announce to the world his affair with his sister in all but blood. The moment that news

genuine feelings until they were numb, never caring for her pain. So what was he so angry and conflicted about

floored the accelerator, continuing to torment Brielle. Pain began gnawing

pursuit. She recognized one–it

to the metal His car was a custom

you pericing because Aubree wants to end things with you? You’re even redecting Tessa’s well–cerg. It seems you’re not that fond of Tessa after

He took a sharp turn,

no time for reaction, and the vehicle barreled past the sign. In a salt–second decision. Andrew varked the steering wheel narrowly avoiding a

roadside tree, crumpling the hood. Shards of the shattered windshield pierced Andrew’s chest,

a sigh of relet, cong the car door open. Before he could react. Max had him by the collar, landing a heavy punch

rattled loose with the

stepped out, clutching her injured arm. Wax saw