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

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?

tried to catch my breath, tired from struggling to escape his hold. “Why do

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

He’s gone mad!

“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 not

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! What in

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

felt terrified yet

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 that he needs me and I need him. I want to warm his heart, and I want to stay with him

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

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

gave way to a wave of disgust and

of wind, and Marcus was pushed

into another warm embrace, the familiar tobacco

me, an undertone of anger running through

his stern

and

men quickly got into a violent brawl, but it wasn’t long