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?”

voice chilled the air, reverberating within

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

Darin’s countenance turned grave,

assured, your kin shall remain untainted by this, and your own hands shall steer clear of any entanglement, so long as discretion guides

at the prospect of negotiation where the Barker family

of her back.

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

they beheld Rhea’s back, the scars a harsh reminder of past wounds. A spark of

hands finding solace upon Rhea’s shoulders,

turned, her gaze locking onto Darin’s mournful orbs, her lips

her-a gift beyond