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.

relief. At Last, she had driven Rhea away. Watching her retreat in chagrin and defeat bestowed upon Millie a surge

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

the pallor of discomfort vanishing from her visage, replaced

eyes as he scrutinized the rapid shift from agonized to

agony was most keen, yet now

been unmasked, leaving Millie tinged with an undertone of

path and gravitated towards a recliner nestled on the balcony. There, beneath the canopy

pursued his

enlist Derek’s aid to bring it forthwith,” Marcus

the time, Millie apprehended that the clock’s hands had advanced to the eighth hour of the

she asserted. While fashioning a beverage earlier, she had observed provisions