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?”

air, reverberating within the

your service, ready to move mountains for you, yet I dare not jeopardize the safety of my

Darin’s countenance turned grave,

your kin shall remain untainted by this, and your own hands shall steer clear of any entanglement, so

hinting at the prospect of negotiation where the

expanse of her back. A

thorns she led 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

scars a harsh reminder of past wounds. A spark of ire ignited, incensed by the revelation. Millie, who had masqueraded as innocuous,

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

orbs, her

beyond measure for our union.