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 his

Why should I give up anything to anyone? Whatever love

my breath, tired from struggling to escape his hold. “Why do you insist

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

He’s gone mad!

love, and you can try your best to obtain the things that you want. But I’m telling

does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s abusive, toxic, and bloodthirsty! What in the world do you

didn’t know what Marcus had been through recently, but right now, he was acting like a demon, foaming at the mouth while trying desperately to crawl his way

terrified yet

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

further, scoffing coldly, “I’m not giving up. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never let go of you.

lips twisted up into an evil smirk before

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

sharp gust of wind, and

into another warm embrace, the familiar

an

my head, meeting his stern

Marcus and threw

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