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.”

I could react, he pulled me into his arms, the foreign

“There is a long life ahead of me. Why should I give up anything to anyone?

my breath, tired from struggling to escape his hold. “Why do you insist on making every one of

“Why not? Why does it have to be me whose love is never returned? Why does it have to be

He’s gone mad!

to obtain 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 life and

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!

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

felt terrified

change the fact that I’m in love with him, and it has been the same for the past seven years.

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

into an evil

the action gave way to a wave of disgust and hate

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

into another warm embrace, the

you alright?” Ashton asked me, an undertone

my head, meeting his stern gaze. He was obviously pissed

towards Marcus and threw a punch at him without saying

into a violent brawl, but it wasn’t long before I