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

hidden dagger, but her strength

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

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his attention returning to the data in his

in madness, ignored Tiffanie's

unbuckled his belt, a

etched on his face

saw Victoria standing

a bloody brick in hand. She stepped back

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covered her mouth, spotted the dagger near Tiffanie, and

on the ground, curled up, fiercely

ground, attempting to rise and finish what he started. But Victoria,

retreating further into the corner, hands over her ears, wishing the sound of

"God, end this, please."

couldn't cry, just curled up,

in blood, the dagger