Chapter 90

Brielle shook her head, tears cascading down her cheeks with increased fervor. In the hours that followed, it seemed he tortured her on purpose.

“Have you done this position with him?”

“Could he make you cry like this?”

“If we’re comparing, we should do it position by position. Did you do it in the bathroom too?”

Brielle felt like she was losing her mind, torn between humiliation and the primal stirrings within her body. She never should have taunted a man in bed.

“Uncle Max, I’m so sorry.”

Her cheeks were slick with sweat as she pitifully clutched at his sleeve.

the foot of the bed, but his shirt remained on–though it was

from their encounter.

was in bed, a stark contrast to The Priest. When he interrogated someone, his

butterfly, an entangling siren, a being one should rightly fear and revere, yet irresistibly fall into

and after

man

“Is that all you’ve got?” His voice was raspy with a

was Max, with just a few words he could make one long

was filled with

Andrew’s intervention, Sophia was quickly released. As for the thug who started the fight, he was sentenced,

walked out behind Andrew, her face beaming with relief. “Andrew, don’t worry, I’ll definitely put in a good word for you with

how much Andrew cared for Tessa–whatever Tessa wanted, Andrew would

squabbles, but he still had to follow through on his promise to Brielle. “Get in touch with Emily from the Hatfield family. I want you two to personally apologize to Brielle, and

and he had to do the same for

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