Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Millie, what has transpired?” Marcus’ voice reverberated, infused with genuine concern.

“Darling, my constitution doth throb with pain. Rhea…” Millie’s eyes welled up with tears, were fixed upon Rhea, who grimaced in affliction. “It’s of no concern to me. Millie, you wretch.”

“Rhea, unless you yearn for a flight off the balcony, I urge you to depart. Immediatel:

Marcus’ index finger pointed towards the exit with resolute authority. “Marcus,” Rhea contested.

Marcus’ motion was resolute, his gaze metamorphosing into an abyss of menace.

With eyes brimming with tears, Rhea relented, spiraling and dashing towards the Lower reaches.

At Last, she had driven Rhea away. Watching

was cognizant of Rhea’s susceptibility to Marcus’ sentiments. A mere “depart” issued by Marcus equated to

a stomachache?” Marcus observed Millie’s recuperation, the pallor of discomfort vanishing from her visage, replaced by an aura

glimmered in Marcus’ eyes as he scrutinized the rapid shift from

the agony was most keen,

appeared, had been unmasked, leaving Millie tinged

recliner nestled on the balcony. There, beneath the canopy of stars,

Marcus pursued his

you like to eat? I shall enlist Derek’s aid to bring

clock’s hands had advanced to the eighth hour of

quite advanced. I shall manage on my own,” she asserted. While fashioning a beverage earlier, she had observed provisions nestled