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.

of 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 child bereft

as her peers formed clusters around picture books, their innocent camaraderie Like a distant echo

often surged, and clandestine tears were

Darin. A simple act of generosity-a

I shall safeguard you

like a guardian’s embrace. In that moment, she felt herself transformed-a metamorphosis akin to

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

now stood on unequal footing as she witnessed Marcus descending the stairs, an air of composure defining his every step. In that instance, her

be a princess,

attention drawn

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