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?

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

either used their bodies to get

a convenient bed partner. She was a call away when he needed her, worth a

down, Andrew sensed that Aubree wanted more than this arrangement. And yet, all he could offer

heir to the Clements family 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

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

Brielle. Pain began gnawing at Brielle’s stomach, her

them, several cars were in pursuit. She recognized one–it

the pedal to the metal His car was a custom sports car with the advantage of speed maintaining

you? You’re even

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

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

roadside tree, crumpling the hood. Shards of the shattered windshield pierced Andrew’s chest, while Brielle suffered only a minor cut to

relet, cong the car door open. Before he could react. Max had him by

rattled loose with the blow.

only a scratch, ocened the now–broken car door and stepped out, clutching her injured arm. Wax