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.”

he pulled me into his arms, the foreign

a long life ahead of me. Why should I give up anything to anyone? Whatever love Ashton can give to

breath, tired from struggling to escape his

me whose love 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!

the things that you want. But I’m telling you right now, I’m not an item. I’m my own person,

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

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

felt 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 warm his heart, and I

not giving up. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never let go of you. I don’t believe in ‘the early bird

of his lips twisted up into an evil smirk before

in time, and the action gave way to a

a sharp gust of wind, and Marcus was pushed

warm embrace, the familiar tobacco smell calmed my

an undertone

shook my head, meeting his stern gaze. He was obviously

towards Marcus and threw a

a violent brawl, but it wasn’t long