Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)

Antonio sneered, his body wracked with pain, but the burning hatred inside made him feel unstoppable. He was determined to drag everyone down to hell with him. Max? Brielle? They could all go to hell. His eyes were bloodshot as he flipped open the black case, revealing a tiny red switch. With a cold laugh, he gently touched it.

Meanwhile, someone was rushing Aubree away. She felt a surge of unease who was that man she just saw? She struggled and kicked as she was led out, but the man holding her thought she was just throwing another tantrum. "Miss Aubree, King won't hurt Ms. Brielle. He's in a bad mood and injured. Just behave."

Aubree stomped on his foot, causing him to wince in pain. Just as he was about to tighten his grip on her, an explosion boomed, followed by a blaze that lit up the night sky. He froze, and so did Aubree. Standing there, a chill ran down her spine. Then, several cars came speeding down the road, looking menacing. Aubree stared at the blazing manor, her mind buzzing. She was out, but what about Brielle?

"Aubree!"

Andrew emerged from one of the cars. Seeing she was unharmed, he rushed over and floored the man by her side.

"Aubree, are you alright?"

Andrew's face was pale with panic as he checked her over. Once sure she was safe, he pulled her into his arms. "You scared the life out of me."

Aubree was still dazed, unsure how to react. Then she heard another voice-it was Jaired.

Jaired held a gun, probably expecting a tough fight tonight, but seeing the manor engulfed in flames, he frowned slightly. "Just you?"

Aubree snapped back to reality and

struggled fiercely. In his haste, Andrew had forgotten to untie her, and now he quickly released the,

ropes binding her wrists. A red mark was visible on Aubree's wrist. She ignored Andrew, ripped the gag from her mouth, and charged back

toward the manor.

"Aubree!"

Andrew's heart skipped a beat as he quickly followed her, pulling her back. "Are you crazy? Going in there is suicide!"

The entire manor was an inferno; entering now was a death wish. Aubree's strength left her, and she went limp in Andrew's arms.

"Bri, Bri's still inside. Save her."

Andrew's face tightened as he looked at the manor, now with continuous explosions amidst the flames. He took off his shirt and soaked it in the nearby swimming pool.

"Alright, I'll save her. You wait here for my signal," he said, his voice grave as he donned the drenched shirt.

Jaired, seeing Andrew's intent, hurriedly grabbed a wet blanket from the car and tossed it to him.

"You said she's crazy, but I think you're out of your mind too. It's still blowing up in there."

Aubree, stirred by his words, grabbed the soggy blanket. "Let me do it. Give it to me, Andrew. You don't have to do this."

But Andrew wasn't about to argue. He pushed her into Jaired's arms, wrapped the blanket around himself, and charged into the flames. Jaired held onto Aubree's wrist, stopping her from following.

Aubree had been standing until she

saw Andrew's silhouette disappear

into the fire and then she crumbled, kneeling on the ground. Jaired watched as Andrew vanished into the blaze, where more explosions sounded, clearly the work of a deliberate setup. The manor was vast, and fire was everywhere.

Within the fiery chaos, Antonio lay on the ground, witnessing the destruction and laughed uproariously. They were all dead, and it was glorious. See? He had won, hadn't he? Let them all be his funeral companions.

His hatred was palpable, his eyes

bloodshot and nearly blind to the scene before him. This wretched life was worth it even in death! His shoes caught fire, followed by the hem of his pants. But he felt no pain; his entire body was already in agony, and he couldn't distinguish any new source of pain. In the midst of the firelight, amidst the sounds of explosions, all his hatred was amplified to its peak. This demon from hell had finally fulfilled his mission.