Burning Passion: Love Never Die

As Darin grappled with his inability to respond, Rhea’s mocking expression registered as both reproach and scorn

A numb sensation crept over Darin’s senses. Earlier, at Marcus’ barbecue, Darin had observed the intensity of Marcus’ affectionate glances toward Millie. In the midst of his otherwise ruthless and assertive demeanor, Marcus’ gaze bespoke an unwavering tenderness.

To witness such a figure known for his unyielding and formidable demeanor in the realm of business exhibit such gentle tenderness was to observe love’s crescendo, its pinnacle attained and proclaimed.

Taking action against Millie would not only enrage Marcus, but it would also unleash a torrent of perilous repercussions.

“She has become the object of Marcus’ devotion. Our interference would not only offend him but also invite unending strife.” Darin’s words carried an air of resignation.

“So you refuse?”

the air, reverberating within the

yet I dare not jeopardize the

Darin’s countenance turned grave,

by this, and your own hands shall steer clear of any entanglement, so long as discretion guides our path, veiling it from

response echoed, hinting at the prospect of negotiation where the Barker

exposing the expanse of her back. A once pristine canvas, now adorned with scars and indentations, was

me, a decree against baring my back to the world. Her poison seeps into Marcus’ ear daily, an insidious campaign to dislodge my father and deprive me of all. Countless atrocities she has wrought, yet she awakens each day draped in happiness, while I plunge deeper into the

wounds. A spark of ire ignited, incensed

nearer his hands finding solace upon Rhea’s shoulders, his voice a vessel of

orbs, her lips trembling faintly, the weight

in vanquishing her-a gift beyond