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.”

me into his arms, the foreign

ahead of me. Why should I give up anything to anyone? Whatever love Ashton can give to you, I’ll shower

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

never returned? Why does it have to be me who places someone else’s needs above my own? Why can’t I just take

He’s gone mad!

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

What does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s abusive, toxic, and bloodthirsty! What

was acting like a demon, foaming at the mouth while trying

terrified yet

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

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

lips twisted up into an evil

and the action gave way to a wave of disgust and hate within

was a sharp gust of wind, and Marcus

the familiar tobacco smell calmed my

an undertone of anger running

stern gaze. He was obviously

and threw a punch at him

but it wasn’t long before I heard Summer calling for me from inside the