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

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. I’m never going to give you up

tired from struggling to escape his hold. “Why do you insist on making

chuckled heartlessly. “Why not? Why does it have to be me whose love is never returned? Why does it have to be me who places someone else’s needs

He’s gone mad!

true love, and you can try your best to obtain the things that you want. But I’m telling you right now, I’m not an item.

that I don’t? He’s abusive, toxic, and

like a demon, foaming at the mouth while

terrified yet

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

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

up into an evil smirk before he pressed

his kiss in time, and the action gave way

was a sharp gust of wind,

the familiar tobacco smell

an undertone of anger running

head, meeting his stern gaze. He was obviously pissed

stand upright, Ashton walked towards Marcus and threw a punch at him without saying

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