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.

had not yet reached its current zenith. In the halls of her classroom, she bore the brunt of cruel taunts, Labeled a street child bereft of care, subjected to

chest, she would watch with longing as her peers formed clusters around picture books, their

emotions often surged, and clandestine tears were

gaze intertwined with that of a handsome classmate, Darin. A simple act of generosity-a piece of candy extended-sparked a symphony of jealousy

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

would soon alter course. Her father led her to the Thomas family’s house, akin to

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 wielded a magnetic pull

would be a princess, resplendent

car, his attention drawn

sliced through the night air, his gaze