Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Resting her head upon Marcus’ shoulder, she discovered an anchorage as substantial as a mountain, his aura a source of unwavering support.

Her eyelids found solace in closure as she inhaled his comforting essence, eventually succumbing to slumber upon his sturdy perch.

In the twilight hours, Millie stirred, awakening to an unoccupied chamber. Donning attire, she disembarked from the bed.

Below, a cacophony of activity persisted, though her attention remained undrawn, attributing the commotion to the arrival of one of Marcus’ comrades.

Venturing onto the balcony, she gazed into the distant expanse, a tableau of unexpectedness interjecting the scene as an unannounced guest infiltrated the chamber.

“Millie, word of your poisoning reached my ears. How remiss of you to acquaint yourself with the venomous blossoms of the tripterygium wilfordii. Exercise caution in the days ahead, lest a reckoning befall you.”

her smile

served only one purpose: to imbue Millie’s ordeal with the cruel currency

her reappearance was the retrieval of

fully restored to its former vitality, abruptly assumed a frigid pallor. Astonishment coursed through her

her heel, despite her compromised state of well-being, Millie’s gaze gleamed with

bounds. Cease this charade. It was your hand that introduced the venomous pollen into my drink. Yet, alas for you, your endeavors have yielded nothing. I stand unscathed.” Millie’s voice

to be that imbecilic? The dosage of pollen was scrupulously measured. Had it Led to your demise, I would

inflicted excruciating torment upon Millie, perhaps even

malevolence churned. Her visage still veiled in a frosty veneer, Millie embarked on a deliberate

lips curled into a sneer. “What’s this? A proclivity for violence? Let me enlighten you: Marcus is conveniently stationed downstairs. Lay a finger on me, and I shall promptly seek solace in

a clamor that inevitably seized the attention