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.”

his arms, the foreign smell of his cologne overwhelming my

with all my might, but he tightened his grip around me. “There is a long life ahead of me. Why should

my breath, tired from struggling to escape his hold.

does it have to be me who places someone else’s needs above my own? Why can’t

He’s gone mad!

your best 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

why can’t you choose me? Do I not deserve your love? What does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s

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

felt terrified

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 I grew to rely on him, but I know now

as I’m alive, I’ll never let go

of his lips twisted up into an evil smirk before he pressed his mouth to

time, and the action gave way to a wave of

gust of wind, and Marcus was pushed away from

warm embrace, the familiar tobacco smell calmed

an undertone of

shook my head, meeting his stern

Marcus and threw a punch at him without saying a

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