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.

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

often surged, and clandestine tears were her

then, like a serendipitous chord, her gaze intertwined with that of a handsome classmate, Darin. A simple act of generosity-a piece of candy extended-sparked a symphony of

for I

that moment, she felt herself transformed-a metamorphosis akin to Cinderella’s transition to princess. Vanity reveled in this newfound identity, as

course. Her father led her to the Thomas family’s house, akin to a palace, irrevocably

once her envisioned 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

him would be a princess,

drawn to the heels clutched

car.” His command sliced through the night air, his gaze penetrating