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.

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 intentional

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

often surged,

that of a handsome classmate, Darin. A simple act of generosity-a

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

father led her to the Thomas family’s house,

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’

would be a princess,

the car, his attention drawn to the heels clutched

through the