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?

ladder to Max’s side through less–than–honorable means. He had always looked down on such women, much like his disdain for Aubree.

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

of Aubree over the years was far from kind. For him, she was nothing more than a convenient bed partner. She was a call away when he needed her, worth a stack of cash he would leave behind after

down, Andrew sensed that Aubree wanted more than this arrangement. And yet, all

He could hardly announce to the world his affair

trampled Aubree’s genuine feelings until they were numb, never caring for her pain. So what was he so

Pain began gnawing at Brielle’s

several cars were in pursuit. She

the metal His car was a custom sports car with the

wants to end things with you? You’re even redecting Tessa’s well–cerg. It seems you’re

his breath uneven. He took a sharp turn, only to confront a roadwork sign ahead.

sports car’s speed left no time for reaction, and the vehicle barreled past the sign. In a salt–second decision. Andrew varked

shattered windshield pierced Andrew’s chest, while Brielle suffered only a