Master of his heart

Chapter 643

Andrew thought it was time to snuff out Brielle’s life. He never dwelled on consequences–his own satisfaction was paramount.

He could even disregard that she belonged to Max. So what? To cross him was to court death.

However, a nagging feeling told him that killing Brielle would provoke more than a slap from Aubree.

His hands gripped the steering wheel with a wild edge, and his brows knitted in fierce determination. “Brielle, my business with Aubree is none of your concern. She’s well aware that I plan to marry Tessa. My heart has always been with Tessa.”

*Andrew, did Aubree not tell you? The moment you marry Tessa, she’ll step out of the picture. She’s just getting an early start. Your wedding is coming up soon, right? Tessa’s relying on you more than ever. If you don’t marry her, think of how pitiful she’ll be.”

Her face was lit up with a smile as the sunlight kissed one cheek.

Suddenly, a chilling thought struck Andrew. Brielle wasn’t looking forward to his marriage with Tessa; she was anticipating pushing him and Tessa into a living hell.

That grave called marriage seemed to beckon him and Tessa to a point of no return.

But why?

never liked Brielle. He despised her even because he knew all too well how she had climbed the social ladder to Max’s side through less–than–honorable means. He had always looked down on such women, much

the same in his eyes. They either used their bodies to get ahead or threw around their beauty to

was a call away when he needed her, worth a stack of cash he would leave

that Aubree wanted more than this arrangement. And yet,

the CEO of Clements Corporation. He could hardly announce to the world his affair

until they were numb, never caring for her pain. So

continuing to torment Brielle. Pain

were in pursuit. She recognized

to the metal His car was a custom sports car with the

you pericing because Aubree wants to end things with you? You’re even redecting Tessa’s well–cerg. It seems you’re not that fond of

took a sharp turn, only to confront a

reaction, and the vehicle barreled past the sign. In a salt–second decision. Andrew varked the steering wheel narrowly avoiding a collision

roadside tree, crumpling the hood. Shards of the shattered windshield pierced Andrew’s chest, while Brielle