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, the foreign smell of his cologne

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

tried to catch my breath, tired from struggling to escape his hold. “Why do

Why does it have to be me whose love is never returned? Why does it have

He’s gone mad!

you want. But I’m telling you right

that I don’t? He’s abusive,

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

felt terrified yet

think you 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 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

refused to listen any further, scoffing coldly, “I’m not giving up. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never let

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

his kiss in time, and the action gave way to a

wind, and Marcus was pushed away from

embrace, the familiar tobacco smell calmed my

me, an undertone of anger

his stern gaze. He was obviously pissed

and threw a

wasn’t long before I