Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle found herself envying a stranger for the first time in her life.

Had the little princess not been lost, she would have grown up adored by many. She would have had a doting grandmother, loving parents, and a brother who always kept her in his thoughts.

But alas, fate can be cruel. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Aubree was still in the restroom, leaning against the corridor wall, fresh from throwing up in front of the mirror. She had rinsed her mouth but still felt terrible. It was like a fire was burning in her stomach, and countless ants were crawling over her body.

She was about to leave when she overheard a familiar female voice. “Andrew, maybe we . should head back. Your wound hasn’t healed, and I’m really worried about you.”

It was Tessa’s voice.

Andrew had already removed the bandage on his head, requiring only five stitches. He insisted on not wearing a bandage, so the doctor took it off. His hand was more seriously injured, and the doctor had even removed a piece of glass from it.

Andrew had insisted on coming here for drinks, and Tessa, fearing for his safety, had followed him every step of the way, her voice tinged with tears. “Andrew, how about we go try on wedding dresses tomorrow?”

Andrew was leaning against the wall, smoking. At the mention of wedding dresses, he paused, his fingertips still. He stood nearly six–foot–three, and even the male models passing by couldn’t match his charm.

Annoyed by Tessa’s suggestion, he pushed open the door to a private booth and went in.

Tessa sniffled, worried that her makeup would run after crying. She decided to step into the nearby restroom, but the sight of the person inside made her pupils shrink.

Aubree!

Aubree raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh. It was as if that smile provoked Tessa, whose anger flaring up instantly. “What are you laughing at? Didn’t you hear? Andrew and I are going to pick out a wedding dress. Our wedding is just days away, and you’re certainly welcome to attend.”

Tessa thought about the video, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Oh, by the way, I forgot to ask

you, how does it feel to be gang–banged? You saw the video, right? You were crying so pitifully. I didn’t realize you were so slutty. Here you are at the bar again, looking for men. It seems last time’s company wasn’t enough for you. Do you need me to arrange some more for you?”

As soon as Tessa finished her taunt, Aubree pushed her, using her foot, not her hand.

Tessa fell onto the corridor floor, her face turning pale. Aubree stepped on her hand,

grinding it fiercely. When Tessa cried out in pain, the sensation of ants crawling vanished from Aubree’s skin.

Ah!!

“Aubree! I’m going to kill you!” Tessa yelled in fury, but Aubree had already started throwing punches and kicks.

Andrew came out, seeing a crowd had gathered. Tessa was on the ground, receiving kick after kick from Aubree, with footprints marking her cheeks and chest.

“Aubree!” Andrew shouted, pulling her away.

Tessa, sobbing pitifully, looked up at him and slowly stood, nestling into his embrace. With Tessa’s build, she was not one to win a fight.

Aubree, having vented, felt her stomach wasn’t so painful anymore. She didn’t glance at Andrew but turned to leave.

Andrew’s scalp was tingling with anger. He tried to grab her, but Tessa held him tightly. “Andrew, it hurts so much.” Tessa was truly in pain, finding it difficult even to breathe.

Andrew’s expression chilled. He swept her up and carried her into his private booth. “Jaired, keep an eye on her for me.”

No sooner had he spoken than he turned to chase after Aubree. “Aubree!” He caught her at the corner.

Aubree no longer seemed afraid of him as before, just disgusted. Even the touch of his fingertip was revolting to her.

Andrew pulled her into his arms and into the men’s restroom, barking, “Everyone out!” The men inside were startled. They quickly made themselves scarce once they recognized him.

With the door shut, the space became sealed. Andrew trapped Aubree against the door, one foot wedging hers in place and one hand pinning her arms behind her, rendering her immobile.

Aubree was restrained, her face going pale. Andrew’s free hand grasped her chin, but the action caused his wounded hand to throb with pain. He didn’t care and kissed her fiercely. Aubree shook all

over, biting down on his tongue, drawing blood from both their mouths, but Andrew didn’t stop, hungrily devouring her lips like a man possessed.