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,

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

escape his hold. “Why

whose love is never returned? Why does it have to

He’s gone mad!

at him. “You can pursue true love, and you can try your best to obtain the things that you want. But I’m telling you right now, I’m

Do I not deserve your love? What does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s abusive, toxic, and bloodthirsty! What in the world

acting like a demon, foaming at the mouth while trying desperately to crawl his way

terrified

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 him. I want to

giving 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.

twisted up into an evil smirk before

the action gave way to a wave of disgust and hate

gust of wind, and Marcus

into another warm embrace, the familiar tobacco

Ashton asked me, an undertone of anger running through his

stern gaze.

walked towards Marcus and threw a

brawl, but it wasn’t

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