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?

liked 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

their bodies

was far from kind. For him, she was nothing more than a convenient bed partner. She was a call away when he needed her, worth a stack of cash he would leave behind after using her. Everything was clean and uncomplicated.

wanted more than this arrangement. And yet, all he could

He could hardly announce to the world

for her

to torment Brielle. Pain began gnawing at Brielle’s stomach, her discomfort

She recognized one–it was

to the metal His car was a custom sports

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

breath uneven. He took a sharp turn,

reaction, and the vehicle barreled past the sign. In a salt–second decision. Andrew varked

of the shattered windshield pierced Andrew’s

open. Before he could react. Max had him by the collar, landing a heavy punch on

loose

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