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.”

pulled me into his arms,

me. “There is a long life ahead of me. Why should I give up anything to anyone? Whatever love Ashton can give to you, I’ll shower you with twice that amount. I’m never going to

struggling to escape his hold. “Why do you insist on making every one of

is never returned? Why does it have to be me who

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

can’t you choose me? Do I not deserve your love? What does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s abusive,

what Marcus had been through recently, but right now, he was acting like a

terrified

deserve to be loved, 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

not giving up. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never let go

his lips twisted up into an

action gave way to a wave of

there was a sharp gust of wind, and

the familiar tobacco smell calmed my nerves

Ashton asked me, an undertone of anger running through

stern gaze.

and threw a punch at him without

got into a violent brawl, but it wasn’t long