Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 823

Aubree frowned slightly at the sight of Tessa's distress but held her tongue.

Just then, the dressing room door swung open, and in walked Brielle, with two bodyguards Max had sent to protect her trailing behind.

Brielle sniffed the air, detecting the chaos, and took in the sight of the two injured individuals sprawled on the floor. She didn't linger on their injuries, though. She went straight to Aubree, ensuring she was unharmed before finally relaxing. "She's going to rot in a cell for life," Brielle declared with conviction.

Andrew spoke up then, his voice hoarse with emotion. He reached for Aubree's hand but stopped short at the slight furrow in her brow, as if an invisible force had frozen him in place. His words were enough to drive Tessa into madness. Tessa's laughter grew wilder, a mix of sobs and cackles as she clawed at her own wounds in a twisted act of revenge.

"I don't believe it. I refuse to believe you don't care about me," she wailed. "Look at me, I'm hurt-I'm really hurt."

Aubree raised an eyebrow, her stomach churning at the gory scene before her. She'd been nauseous many times recently, possibly a response to the traumatic image that haunted her solitude. Subconsciously, she touched her lips where a tooth had been chipped-now patched up but never truly healed. The incident lingered like a thorn in her side; the pain had faded to mere discomfort, replaced by a sickening feeling she had hoped would vanish. But the thorn had not disappeared; it had grown into a bone within her, an indelible part of her being.

Brielle positioned herself protectively in front of Aubree, her disdain for Andrew palpable. "Can you please take your wife away?" she asked, the word 'wife' slicing through the air like a knife into Andrew's heart.

with fierce intensity. "Don't you gloat, Brielle. You'll burn in hell! Max doesn't truly fancy you. Hah, just you wait,

police escorted

screams filled the air

Couldn't help but think that Tessa had truly lost her mind, descending into the depths of madness. Feeling Aubree's hand her waist, Brielle knew the ordeal had shaken her. Aubree herself was visibly queasy. She looked up to see Andrew removing his charred jacket, revealing a grotesque scar on his back the size of a hand.

breath, Aubree's gaze hardened. "Why are you still here?

to speak but found himself wordless. Brielle chuckled, "Mr. Clements, you sure have a cold heart

Andrew's ruthless nature: eet

he had

loved him. Aubree had moved on, but Tessa had

of pity for Tessa. He didn't understand how someone could change so drastically.

always seemed kind-heartedn

harsh words. But

shattered, the ly

was laid bare.