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?

“I thought you were behind it His eyes, bloodshot with rage and sorrow, spilled over with tears. Even as he hurt Tessa, the pain in his

but his fingers lacked the strength. Overwhelmed by grief, his hand trembled and fell away as a sob brake from his throat, a sound akin to

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

A sickly sweet taste filled his throat. He yearned to pass out. to escape into unconsciousness, but he

through her tears and wrapped her

he could tear off that patch of skin. Pushing her away,

pulled out a lighter and

Andrew, I’m begging you, stop! This is our honeymoon suite!” Tessa’s voice was hoarse with desperation. She clung to his legs. pleading, tears streaming down her face. The embroidery on their bedding, the stitches on her bridal gown–all handcrafted, all burning before

she cried, her

smoke as the flames took hold, but Andrew just stood in

burm.

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

were the