All too late for his love

Chapter 231

Willow was in agony. It was the kind that blurred the lines between pain and existence. It just ached, a constant, throbbing torment.

The agony loft her in a haze, her mind clouded to the point where she couldn’t make out Matthew’s words. All she could register was the intensifying pain.

Her body felt weightless, and she was then slammed onto the car seat with brutal force. Before she knew it, the Lamborghini roared away, hurling her into darkness.

Willow woke up gasping for air. She felt something tight constricting her neck, making every breath a painful struggle. She thought it might be the Grim Reaper coming for her soul. But when she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of bloodshot orbs.

It was Matthew. Perhaps she’d seen his icy demeanor too often lately, for she almost forgot the warmth that once resided in his gaze.

“Matthew, please… let me go… Willow struggled to speak through the tight grip around her neck.

Aaron and Nicola’s graves lay desecrated; she couldn’t bear to see their resting place dishonored. She had to restore it.

go?” Matthew’s sneer was as cold as a winter wind. “Willow, you took the life of my and Willa’s child. Letting you go? Who’s going to compensate us with

aback, Willow struggled to grasp

children were already gone–one forsaken by his own father, the other

children. How on earth was she supposed to offer Matthew and Wilhelmina

noticed the confusion in Willow’s eyes. “Willow, your cruelty has robbed Willa of her chance to be a mother,

inability to conceive is her own doing. It’s

the pain in her neck spiked,

think you had some

dare try to deny it! You deserve to pay for

done!

you off that easily. Not until

child for

she wasn’t in Matthew’s car anymore but in a room

Chapter 231

luxurious. She lay sprawled across a