A deal with the devil

To Shirley, he was the best, even if he was a cripple

Samuel shifted, turning to Book, his lips stained with blood that dripped down to his chin and onto his white shirt. He looked utterly defeated, his voice trembling. “Sophia saved my life. She suffered so much because of me. I love her. I was only using Shirley.”

Brook sneered coldly. “Then what are you doing here now?”

The blood from Samuel’s lips smeared his face, staining his shirt as he stood there, Samuel locked pathetic, with wounds all over his body.

He mattered. “You’re right. Why did I come here? What am I so afraid of?”

Since the day Samuel broke off his engagement, Brook had been waiting for this moment to see Samuel fall, to see him beaten and last

But now that it had finally happened, he didn’t feel satisfied Instead, Brook realized he was no better off, he is even more pathetic than Samuel

Seeing Samuel in such despair, Brook couldn’t bring himself to strike him again Instead, he unleashed his frustration on the nearby sofa, kicking it over with a loud crash and delivering

several more angry kicks.

a long time for his breathing to calm. Finally, he looked at Samuel and let out a

them know their friendship had ended the moment Samuel left Shirley. There was no fing, and they both

rose slowly and made his way to the door, his movements heavy and lifeless, like a

on the woman you chose. Knowing Shirley, she’d want both of you to live your own

Ha Utumbled out

room restlessly, Shirley’s phone had been ringing all night, but no one had

but something had clearly

had happened. When he’d arrived, Cole was carrying a blooded Jessica out of the building, and Nancy had

empty, his mind blank, and his car forgotten. He moved like a restless ghost, drifting without

to the sharp pain of someone gripping her face.

none other than

but thunderous expression. His hand gripped her cheek

Ow! Let go! It hurts!” she cried.