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?”

chilled the air, reverberating within the room’s

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

Darin’s countenance turned grave,

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

of negotiation where the

to cascade to the floor, exposing the expanse of her back. A once pristine canvas, now adorned with scars and indentations, was a testament

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

the scars a harsh reminder of past wounds. A spark of ire

a malevolent force,” Darin murmured, drawing nearer his hands finding solace upon

turned, her gaze locking onto Darin’s mournful orbs, her lips trembling faintly, the weight of her revelation

beyond measure for