Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Aubree knew deep down it was Tessa. Only Tessa would do something like this to her, using such cruel tactics to destroy her life.

She wept until her body was wracked with sobs, until exhaustion finally cradled her into Brielle’s arms.

Brielle held her close, her gaze drifting to a figure slumped in the corner. Was that Adrian? Sydney’s boyfriend?

If Adrian hadn’t already passed out, the sight of Ricardo and Brielle’s handiwork would have likely scared him to death.

Ricardo stood amid a pool of blood, his back to Brielle, concealing his expression. His tongue peeked out, moistening his parched lips.

The brutality from moments ago had vanished, replaced by a tingling excitement. Brielle didn’t recoil at his monstrous nature; instead, she had embraced her inner beast.

He fought back a laugh, knowing he must restrain himself lest he reveal his true self. Brielle was too intriguing, too precious to let die. He wanted her to live on. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Despite trembling with excitement, he turned around, feigning vulnerability. “Ms. Haywood, what should I do? Did I just kill someone? Am I going to jail?”

Brielle comforted him while holding Aubree close. “I’ll have someone take care of it.”

Ricardo’s eyes then settled on Aubree. She looked disheveled. Her clothing barely covered her, and red marks trailed from her mouth down to her chest.

Ricardo offered his shirt, but Aubree, eyes shut and pale against Brielle, didn’t take it. Ricardo realized his mistake his shirt was stained with the filth of those men. He quickly offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Aubree, do you want me to carry you? Ms. Haywood probably can’t manage. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

Aubree couldn’t utter a word as if she had slipped away entirely.

Ricardo hoisted her onto his back and made for the car outside.

Brielle stood amidst the chaos, glancing at the broken window that framed the serene moonlight. A sardonic smile crossed her lips, her eyes bloodshot. It felt like a moment straight out of Hugo’s depiction of a tragic world.

The heart of man could cast infinite light or create boundless darkness. Light and dark intertwined, clashing – this was the world people longed for yet found utterly inescapable.

It was truly a miserable world.

She wiped her lips with a trembling finger, biting her tongue to maintain composure. Brielle had to be Aubree’s pillar, and she couldn’t crumble.

Taking a deep breath, she steadied her voice and dialed Patrick. He answered, still in the midst of a meeting. He had merely stepped out to retrieve essential documents.

“Ms. Brielle.”

“Patrick, I’m sending you an address. I need you to clean up the scene. There’s also someone alive here. Don’t ask what happened just yet. I know you and Max are busy, so just tidy up and hide this person. I’ll need to borrow some folks from you later.”

Patrick’s face tensed, his heartbeat racing. Brielle’s tone was calm, but her words sent chills down his spine. “Ms. Brielle, are you alright?”

“Patrick, I’m taking Aubree to the hospital. I’m fine. Please arrange everything, will you?”

“Alright, send me the address, and I’ll have someone there promptly.”

Brielle nodded and followed Ricardo and Aubree into the car. In the backseat, Aubree was truly asleep, curled up on the seat. Her position aggravated her wounds, and she whimpered in her sleep, calling out Andrew’s name.

Andrew awoke with a start from Tessa’s bed, his chest aching fiercely. The bedroom TV buzzed with the latest news, but Tessa was nowhere in sight.

Wrapped in a coat, Tessa was on the balcony, reviewing videos sent by her accomplices. In the videos, Aubree was raped repeatedly.

Tessa atmost burst into hysterical laughter but didn’t want to wake Andrew, so she turned on the TV for cover and stepped onto the balcony to laugh quietly.

That slut! Finally, she got what she deserved!

Aubree thought she could get away with seducing her own brother, did she? Bet she enjoyed being ravaged by those men.

Tessa’s laughter filled the night, unaware that Andrew had risen from the bed.

Clutching his chest, he listened to the news reporting on the latest scientific studies.

“Once particles become entangled, no matter the distance, they can instantly affect each other, and this connection doesn’t fade with distance.”

Suddenly irate, Andrew snatched the remote and hurled it at the TV, shattering the screen.