Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree had always seen Andrew as her beacon, the light that found her in that dark wine cellar where their paths first crossed. But maybe that light was just her own feelings reflecting back at her. Now, that light had faded, and their love had withered.

What she hadn't realized was that she, too, could be someone else's guiding light.

Growing up in the Clements family, Aubree always felt like the odd one out, the unwanted child. She clung to Andrew with everything she had, hoping to find her place.

But Andrew didn't need her, and in her desperation, she set aside her pride to stay by his side for far too long.

Now, standing in front of Matthew, she was at a loss for words.

The recent whirlwind of emotions left her reeling.

Matthew looked down, his lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks. "After I got rescued, something clicked for me. I'd stare at the clock on the wall, willing it to move faster, just so I could grow up and be with you."

"When I was fourteen, I tried to approach you, but you were always by Andrew's side, looking at him with such intensity. I knew I didn't stand a chance. So, I went to the American prairies, hoping the freedom and wildness would help me forget."

only seventeen, still a kid. I knew confessing then would ruin any chance

Matthew's voice broke, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, a rare

a sharp pang in her chest-a feeling she'd only ever associated with Andrew. But now,

the words. Instead, she got up and hugged him

give it a shot," she

up

"Really?"

Aubree nodded firmly. "Really."

so fast. That night they shared was eye-opening, not just because of the physical connection, but because he made her feel needed and cherished, something she never experienced with

Overcome with emotion, Matthew

kissed her deeply. After a while,

glanced at the clock, she gently pushed him away, breathless. If we keep this up, I'll be late. Mr. Casey is no joke when he's

no marks, please," she

mix of frustration and yearning. He was