Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Relief seemed within grasp as the distant echo of an approaching vehicle met her ears. Salvation, she surmised.

The vehicle drew near, its illumination piercing the darkness. Rhea extended a beckoning hand, signaling for a halt.

As the window descended, Rhea’s eyes met the driver’s. It was Darin.

Taken aback, she lowered her gaze, knitting her brows in a flustered gesture.

Darin had been an acquaintance since childhood, preceding her acquaintance with Marcus.

Their story began in the corridors of kindergarten, where they shared the same classroom as classmates.

the Evans family had not yet reached its current zenith. In the halls of her classroom, she bore the brunt of cruel taunts, Labeled a street

as her peers formed

the shadows, aching emotions often surged, and clandestine tears were

a handsome classmate, Darin. A simple act of generosity-a piece of candy extended-sparked a symphony of jealousy among the

tears, for I

of protection that enshrouded her like a guardian’s embrace. In that moment, she felt herself transformed-a metamorphosis akin to Cinderella’s transition

led her to the Thomas family’s house,

prince charming, now stood on unequal footing as she witnessed Marcus descending the stairs, an air of composure defining his every step. In that instance, her sentiments pivoted, her infatuation shifting its allegiance. Marcus’ cool countenance

him would be a princess,

attention drawn to the

the car.” His command sliced through the