Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Marcus glanced at the sausage, his brow furrowing momentarily before a smile tugged at his lips again.

Rhea’s eyes danced a perilous waltz, oscillating between Marcus’ form and Millie’s all-too-attentive countenance. Fury ignited within her, recognizing the brazen flirtation that was unfolding before her very eyes.

Casting Darin to the shadows, she left in a defiant stride. Darin, compelled to follow, was arrested by a sudden realization.

He understood that Rhea’s storm needed its time to abate.

Arriving at the swimming pool’s edge, Rhea’s eyes caught the glimpse of a vine, alive with blossoms, which she regarded with a snarl.

It was tripterygium wilfordii, a seductive plant whose allure hid a deadly secret. Every inch of it, from its tender sprouts to its vibrant pollen, concealed a toxic wrath. Even the slightest mistake in handling could unleash agonizing torment.

betrayed by her intentions, and

swirled tempestuously in her mind. Millie’s happiness was a fire she yearned to extinguish, to eradicate

this setting doesn’t quite harmonize with your spirit, we could always retrace our path and journey back,” he

in his heart, a shadow

allure of indulging in roasted oysters beckons to

your fondness for oysters, I’m preparing a roasting delight for you at this moment. They were procured

nod, Darin attended to the grill, the aroma of oysters

upon the empty beverage table, a secret unnoticed

deftly maneuvered herself before Millie’s artisanal beverage,

she deftly scattered the elusive tripterygium wilfordii pollen into the vessel, a gesture woven with hidden intent. Then, in

of the vacant state of Millie’s cup, Rhea foresaw her impending approach to quench