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?

social ladder to Max’s side through less–than–honorable means. He

either used their bodies to get ahead

admit his treatment 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, worth a stack of

that Aubree wanted more than this arrangement. And yet,

the Clements family and the CEO of Clements Corporation. He could hardly announce to the world his affair with his

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

torment Brielle. Pain began

She

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

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

uneven. He took a sharp turn, only to confront a roadwork sign

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

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

react. Max had him by

loose with the blow.

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