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.”

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

my best to push him away with all my might, but he tightened his grip around 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.

my breath, tired from struggling to escape his hold.

have

He’s gone mad!

I’m telling you right now, I’m not an item. I’m my

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

been through recently, but right now, he was acting like a demon, foaming

terrified

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 I need him. I want to warm his heart, and I want to

never let go of you. I don’t believe in ‘the early bird gets the worm’ or fate. I

twisted up into an

kiss in time, and the action gave way to a wave of disgust and hate

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

fell into another warm embrace, the familiar tobacco smell

me, an undertone of

his stern

Marcus and threw a punch at him

quickly got into a violent brawl, but it wasn’t long before I heard Summer