Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1398

Tiffanie was speechless, pinned up against the wall by Everett in one swift, forceful move.

"See that girl standing next to Mason? She's the one he's planning to date. I suggest you wise up and stay clear of us. Don't be a nuisance to everyone. If you really have nowhere to go, might as well drop dead!" Tiffanie hadn't eaten in days, her body weak and unable to summon any strength. She was completely immobilized against the wall.

Disgust was written all over Everett's face as he stared at her pale complexion.

"Tiffanie, maybe I should just have my way with you right now. Take a few pictures and show them to Mason. How do you think he'll feel seeing you after that? Like you're trash?"

The thought was insane, yet it crossed his mind with a wild frenzy.

Tiffanie's eyes widened in terror. She desperately wanted to back away, but the wall offered no escape.

Everett's eyes gleamed with a twisted excitement. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? Defile her, and Mason would be repulsed. He could always claim Tiffanie seduced him, considering her reputation.

The once-revered pianist now harbored such vile thoughts. Years of being crushed by the Dorsey family had turned him into a demon.

"Let me go," Tiffanie managed to say, only to receive a slap across her cheek.

Blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth.

Too weak from hunger to fight back, she felt her pants being pulled down.

"Please, let go, Everett."

his name only

was blank with panic as she fumbled for her hidden dagger, but her strength failed, and the

plans with a girl, his eyes wandering, feeling unsettled for reasons unknown. Where had Everett gone? Wasn't he just

almost here. That's the layout for this area. We'll start

his attention returning to the data in

lost in madness, ignored Tiffanie's muffled cries, not intending

a searing

etched on his face as

saw Victoria

hand. She stepped

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her mouth, spotted the dagger near Tiffanie, and quickly picked it

already on the ground, curled up,

struggling on the ground, attempting to rise and finish what

the corner, hands over her ears, wishing the sound of the dagger piercing flesh would

"God, end this, please."

cry, just curled up,

in blood, the