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.”

could react, he pulled me into his arms, the foreign smell of his cologne overwhelming

me. Why should I give up anything to anyone? Whatever love Ashton can give to

the hell?” I tried to catch my breath, tired from struggling to escape his

love is never returned? Why does it have

He’s gone mad!

the things that you want. But I’m telling you right now, I’m not an item. I’m my own person, and I have the right to choose my

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

had been through recently, but right now, he was acting like a demon, foaming at the mouth while trying desperately to crawl his way out

terrified

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 I know now that he needs me and

up. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never let go of you. I don’t believe in ‘the early

lips twisted up into an

and the action gave way to a wave of disgust and hate within

there was a sharp gust of wind, and Marcus was pushed away from

warm embrace, the familiar tobacco smell

asked me, an undertone of anger running through

meeting his stern

Marcus and threw a punch at

into a violent brawl, but it wasn’t long