Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1392

Tiffanie quietly tidied up the trash by the door, then, dragging her little suitcase behind her, stepped out of the apartment complex. She had no idea where to go. Hotels were out of the question, and she definitely didn't feel like calling anyone.

She ended up on a park bench, setting her suitcase down and deciding this would do for the night.

But around five in the morning, she felt someone touching her leg. Jolting awake, she saw a homeless man standing beside her, his intentions clear as day.

Tiffanie kicked him away, disgust etched on her face. She grabbed her suitcase and started to leave, but the man trailed closely behind, trying to chat in broken English.

"Fifty bucks, one time, I'm in," he said, waving a crumpled flyer at her. Tiffanie glanced at it and saw her own photo.

She immediately knew who was behind this. Fifty bucks? Was that her worth now?

She laughed through her tears at the absurdity.

The homeless man mistook her laughter for agreement and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards a nearby alley.

Tiffanie didn't put up a fight. Maybe this was how it was meant to be.

As she was shoved against a grimy wall, her mind went blank. Then, she heard hurried footsteps echoing down the alley.

a punch on the homeless man,

his eyes a mix of love, hate, and pain. The homeless man, groaning in pain,

at Mason. "Well, fancy

felt like a thousand knives to

have to hurt

had he

Tiffanie's wrist, gripping it

greeted him with the same light smile as

felt so mundane. Every

to slap her. How could she stoop so low? Was any man okay for

this way, and he

woman his first love-it was now his

tightened, but he couldn't

He had just

from

hailed as a success story

was, in this old, dimly lit alley stinking of

represented success and cleanliness, then Tiffanie's world was nothing but filth

anyone okay