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.

shadows and landed a punch on

his eyes a mix of love, hate, and pain. The

"Well, fancy seeing you

felt like a thousand knives

love have

he

Tiffanie's wrist, gripping

smile as before, but her eyes were

so mundane. Every

Was any man okay for her now?

always been this

this woman his first love-it was now

grip tightened, but he couldn't

He had just

come from

a success story with

in this old, dimly lit alley stinking of decay, entangled

world represented success and cleanliness, then

anyone okay