Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 717

“Andrew, I’m so scared,” Tessa sobbed and collapsed on the floor. Fear had consumed her. How had their lives spiraled into this nightmare? And on their wedding night, no less. Andrew her Andrew, would never normally lay a finger on her. Something was tembly

wrong

She prayed for a retum to normaley, but Andrew advanced toward her with a predatory step.

Panic–stricken, Tessa scrambled back until she was comered, her back pressed against the cold wall. The murderous intent emanating from Andrew was unmistakable, and she felt a chilling certainty that she wouldn’t survive the night.

Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her fingernails digging painfully into her palms. “Andrew, please stop, please. I’m really scared,” she cried, shaking her head, curling into a ball in the comer, her eyes wide with terror

Andrew’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her delicate throat

Did Aubree not feel fear when the assault happened? How could Tessa do that to Aubree?

eyes, bloodshot with rage and sorrow, spilled over with tears. Even as he hurt Tessa, the

trembled and fell away as a sob brake from his throat, a sound akin to a wounded beast

tear the room asunder, but he could not muster the strength. All his energy seemed to have been sapped

his cheeks, they only seemed to multiply. A sickly sweet taste filled his throat. He yearned to pass out. to escape

his grip loosen, Tessa opened her eyes through her tears and wrapped her arms around him, seeking some semblance of

he could tear off that patch of skin. Pushing her away, he used the wall for

lighter and set

with desperation. She clung to his legs. pleading, tears streaming

she cried, her voice a raw, anguished

as the

burm.

taught him not to strike a woman. His shoe landed on Tessa’s chest, and he

and Tessa were the ones who deserved hell.