When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Outside the villa parked a sapphire blue Tesla sports car. This car was clearly not Ashton’s.

The hard, unyielding pride of a soldier was engraved into Ashton’s DNA. As a result, his garage was filled with mostly off-road vehicles, such as SUVs, and he detested short and flashy sports cars.

I was about to drive into the villa premises when the Tesla’s headlights switched on, nearly blinding me.

Stopping my car, I saw a man getting out of the sports car. It was Marcus.

He wore a fitting black suit that complemented his tall, slender frame. If he were to walk on the streets, there was no doubt that everyone would be drawn by him.

He stood in front of my car, his dark eyes silently staring me down.

Through the glass of the car window, he seemed to have gotten skinnier and stiffer than I last saw him.

There was no use staying locked in a staring competition like this.

Sighing slightly, I got out of my car.

“I’m really sorry about the money!” I apologized instantly. It was my fault for not expecting that things would come down to this.

He ignored my apology, his voice deep as he said, “Ashton was right. It doesn’t matter if a stolen fruit is sweet or not. What matters is that it quenches your thirst.”

into his arms, the foreign smell of

around me. “There is a long life ahead of me. Why should I give up anything to anyone? Whatever love

to escape his hold. “Why do you insist

“Why not? Why does it have to be me whose love is never returned? Why does it have to be me who places someone else’s needs above my own? Why can’t I just take

He’s gone mad!

glared up at him. “You can pursue true love, and you can try your best to obtain the things that you want. But I’m telling you right now, I’m not an item. I’m my own person,

why can’t you choose me? Do I not deserve your love? What does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s abusive, toxic, and bloodthirsty! What in

now, he was acting like a demon, foaming at the mouth while

felt terrified yet

but regardless of what you think Ashton is like, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love with him, and it has been the same for the past seven years. I’m not sure how I fell in love with him, nor how I grew to rely on him, but

not giving up. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never let go of you. I don’t believe in ‘the early bird gets the worm’ or fate. I only believe

corners of his lips twisted up into an evil smirk before he pressed his mouth

couldn’t dodge his kiss in time, and the action gave way to a

gust of wind, and Marcus was pushed

warm embrace, the familiar tobacco smell calmed

me, an undertone

his stern

upright, Ashton walked towards Marcus and threw a punch at him without saying

a violent brawl, but it wasn’t long before I heard Summer calling for me from