Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Ricardo arched an eyebrow. The undercurrent of violence that usually ran through his veins had ebbed away. He looked at the man before him, a hint of mirth twinkling in his eyes. “I’m in a good mood tonight, so don’t feel like killing you. Quit buzzing around like an annoying fly.”

The man didn’t speak, casually crossing his arms across his chest. After a long pause, he finally asked, “What about the boss? He wants Brielle gone.”

Ricardo looked up, his face the picture of innocence. “So you go back and tell him I’ve found a new plaything.”

Indeed, to Ricardo, everyone was merely a toy. He was intrigued by Brielle – her emotions, her thoughts, and her entire being piqued his curiosity.

Such an interesting toy couldn’t just die. The world would be so dull without her.

A violent glint flickered across the man’s face. “Do you understand the consequences of your

words?”

Ricardo squinted his eyes, his pale fingers twirling a dagger. “When I tire of this new toy, I’ll head back.”

The implication was clear: try to stop me, and I won’t hesitate to eliminate the obstacle right

now.

The man caught sight of the dagger, and his expression froze for a moment. Ricardo was the most ruthless of them all.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

His face could easily pass for that of a naive college kid to the outside world, but only those in his inner circle knew he was anything but. He could be anyone.

The boss had said it himself: Ricardo was born for the kill. No technique, no weapon was beyond his mastery. He was the strongest and the freest. He killed simply because he enjoyed

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The man eventually fell silent, huffing with frustration, “I’ll report this to him, but you might not have many peaceful days ahead. Enjoy the calm while it lasts.”

Ricardo looked up and smiled, looking disarmingly sweet. “I intend to have a blast.”

The man left in a huff, powerless and annoyed.

Ricardo didn’t usually talk so much. Tonight, his spirits were so high he even hummed a tune as he walked.

Meanwhile, Brielle stood on the balcony upstairs, gazing at the Beaconsfield night without a word. The most luxurious city also harbored the filthiest secrets.

She lowered her gaze and returned to Aubree’s hospital room.

Aubree was still in the bathroom. Through the closed door, Brielle heard the sounds of retching

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and running water. She stood by the door, wanting to knock, but ultimately refrained.

Her mouth agape, she wanted to speak but couldn’t utter a word.

Aubree emerged, locking eyes with her. Both faces flushed.

“Aubree, are you hungry?”

Aubree shook her head, dragging her weary body back to bed with Brielle trailing behind her.

The doctor’s knock startled Aubree. Her whole body shivered a reflex from her current state.

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Seeing her like this pained Brielle even more. She stepped out to speak with the doctor, who handed her a morning–after pill with an apologetic look. “If she doesn’t want a pregnancy, it’s best to take this.”

Brielle’s pupils contracted, her fingers trembling.

The doctor sighed, “Other test results will come in gradually. We don’t know whether those men were carrying diseases since we don’t have their identities. So, besides the morning–after pill, Miss Aubree might need to take some prophylactic meds.”

Handing over several bottles of medication, the doctor added, “Please, do your best to convince the patient. If you wish to report this to the police, the hospital will provide all necessary reports.”

Once the doctor left, Brielle leaned against the wall, legs giving way. She slid down to the floor as tears fell. There was nothing more powerless than a woman facing such a violation. If the outside world found out, Aubree’s life would be destroyed.

Unbeknownst to Brielle at that moment, those men had already sent the video to Tessa.

The door to the room,opened. Aubree came out and squatted in front of Brielle, swallowing the morning–after pill along with the other medications. She had heard the doctor’s words and didn’t want to carry the child of those beasts.

“Aubree,” Brielle murmured her name but couldn’t say more.

Aubree patted her shoulder, knelt down, and embraced her, voice choked with emotion. “The man who’s still alive is named Adrian. He intended to kidnap you tonight, but he took me by mistake. I overheard their conversation; it seems Adrian has a girlfriend who must have said something to him, so he harbors a deep hatred for you and decided on revenge. As for the others, I feel like they were initially after me and just happened to join forces with Adrian.”

Despite trembling uncontrollably, Aubree tried her best to endure the pain. The incident had happened, and all she could do now was share everything she knew with Brielle.

Brielle gripped her hand, trying to convey some strength, but Aubree’s tears fell instantly. “I’m sorry, Bri, it hurts a bit. I can’t control my tears.”