Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 705

Andrew was beginning to have his doubts about Tessa, and an uneasy feeling crept into his heart for the first time. He was always a maverick, and as long as he was happy, that was all that mattered–even when it came to Tessa. He didn’t want her to oppose him with

such tactics.

Tessa knew what she was doing was risky, but what would the socialites think if they were to have a low–key wedding?

The Rowland family had just fallen from grace, and she urgently needed a lavish wedding to reclaim her place among the elite. She had been avoiding contact with anyone these past few days, fearing mockery from former friends and dreading the possibility of having to take charge on behalf of the fallen Rowland family.

The Rowland family was finished. That was a certainty. If she opposed the public, she’d be drowned in a sea of scorn. Just like Brielle had gone through the day before.

Yesterday had been Tessa’s happiest day because Brielle had been publicly humiliated. Tessa hadn’t missed the chance to fuel the fire, hiring a legion of online trolls to lambast Brielle. The more Brielle was chastised, the more Tessa felt at ease.

She loathed Brielle and Aubree the most. Her very existence was to see those two women trampled into the depths of hell!

to ensure that Aubree would never forget the humiliation. She planned to make

After tomorrow’s wedding, she would

eyes took on a pitiful look as she clutched Andrew’s hand and placed it on her chest. “Andrew, do you dislike my figure? We’re getting married tomorrow, and I

his hand coldly. “Let’s have breakfast first.”

her last lifeline was slipping away. She mustered a bitter smile and stood up. “Alright, I’ll go dish

noise from the television

reached for a bottle of pills hidden in the overhead cabinet. She glanced at Andrew’s figure in the living

intimacies were

when Andrew had left her with Jaired and chased after Aubree. She was acutely aware that she needed a child with Andrew to sever his ties with Aubree once and

stirred the oatmeal slowly to ensure nothing seemed amiss,

“Andrew, dinner’s ready.”

Tessa, didn’t suspect a thing about the doctored