Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Frankly, Andrew still couldn’t fathom how, in such a short time apart, Aubree managed to have sex with three different men, and bear such deep marks on her body?

Aubree wasn’t the Clements family’s own flesh and blood, but she was raised in luxury, coddled and cared for. A mere paper cut on her finger would have her wailing in pain. So, when Andrew lost control for the first time, he ended up receiving several stinging slaps and learned his lesson the hard way. He had to comfort Aubree with sweet nothings until she agreed to sleep with him again. From then on, he made sure never to leave a single scratch on her skin.

But the marks he saw that day were too harsh, too telling of the ferocity behind them. How much it must have hurt.

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Andrew was seething with rage. Gripping Aubree’s phone tightly, he entered her birthday as the password. It was incorrect.

He tried his own birthday next. Still wrong.

His frown deepened, and he finally keyed in the date of their first passionate encounter, a day that should have been memorable.

Wrong again.

Three attempts, and now he was locked out for an hour. Damn it!

His temper flared in an instant, and he was about to use his own phone to call someone who could crack the code. But then he paused, the exhaustion weighing on him as he slumped onto the bed.

Forget it. He wasn’t up fa

It was then that his

another slap in the face.

he’d be back. “Andrewe buzzed to life. Tessa’s tearful voice echoed through the speaker, asking when

he’d be back. “Andrew, I’m feeling a little scared at home. Can you come over and keep me company? Plus, the makeup team

alled. They wanted to start prepping me for the wedding at five in the morning. The dress has arrived, and your suit’s here too. Don’t you want to come over and try it on?”

Her voice was tentative, probably guessing that Andrew knew she had tampered with his food. “Andrew, you’re all I have left.”

Andrew rubbed his temples, suddenly recalling that he was supposed to marry Tessa tomorrow. He had seemingly forgotten about the wedding the moment he stepped into the hotel.

Tessa’s eyes brimmed with resentment when he didn’t immediately respond. “Andrew, I’ve heard people say that Aubree’s been with several men. They say she’s been taking them to hotels, reveling night after night.”

Hearing this, Andrew felt a surge of anger. Recalling the foolish things he’d done at the hotel filled him with shame. He yanked the clothes off the rack and tossed them straight into the trash.

So, Aubree and her lover had been in this room, too? How low could she stoop?

His blood boiled, then cooled abruptly, leaving him feeling like the whole room was tainted with impurity.

Hadn’t he vowed never to seek out Aubree again? Why had he come here once more? Without another thought, he strode out the door, leaving it all behind.

10:32

“Andrew, are you still listening to me?”

Tessa’s frail voice was like a faint whisper, easily swept away by the wind.

“I’m here, on my way back. Tomorrow’s wedding will be at the church, and I’ve booked the grandest package. You’ll have the wedding of your dreams.*

He spoke without a trace of emotion, only the raw anger from the news still fresh in his mind.

Tessa’s eyes reddened with excitement as she wiped away tears. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down. I love you, Andrew.”

After hanging up, Tessa’s heart pounded with the intensity of her emotions. After some time, she dialed Alivia.

*Alivia, have you seen the news? I’m getting married tomorrow. The invitations have been sent, and it’s at that church. Make sure you come. I owe it to you for your strategies that helped me be with Andrew.”

Alivia had advised Tessa to go after Aubree, knowing it would also be a strike at Brielle. Tessa had done just that, employing the cruelest of methods.