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?

you were behind it His eyes, bloodshot with rage and sorrow, spilled over with tears. Even as he hurt Tessa, the pain in his own heart was insurmountable.

as a sob

muster the strength. All his energy seemed to have been sapped the

filled his

grip loosen, Tessa opened her eyes through her tears and wrapped her arms around

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

lighter and set the curtain

voice was hoarse with desperation. She clung to his legs. pleading, tears streaming down her face. The embroidery on their bedding, the stitches

cried, her

ruins, the room choking with smoke as the flames

burm.

upbringing never taught him not to strike a woman. His shoe landed on Tessa’s chest, and

and Tessa were the ones who deserved hell.