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?

had climbed the social ladder to Max’s side through less–than–honorable means. He had always looked down on such women, much

were all the same in his eyes. They either used their bodies to get ahead

of Aubree over the years was far from kind. For him, she was nothing more than a convenient bed partner. She was a call away when he needed her,

this arrangement. And yet, all

world his affair with his sister in all but blood. The moment that news leaked, Clements Corporation’s shares would plummet.

numb, never caring for her pain. So what was he

accelerator, continuing to torment Brielle. Pain

several cars were in pursuit. She recognized one–it was Max’s. He

dicht stee, cushing the pedal to the metal His car was a custom sports car with

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

a sharp turn, only

vehicle barreled past the sign. In a salt–second decision. Andrew varked the steering wheel narrowly avoiding a collision with an oncoming trud

into a roadside tree, crumpling the hood. Shards of the shattered windshield

open. Before he could react. Max had

loose with the

now–broken car door and stepped out, clutching her injured arm. Wax saw the