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 wrapped them discreetly in her handkerchief

this dangerous harvest, thoughts swirled tempestuously in her mind. Millie’s happiness

“If this setting doesn’t quite

Rhea’s safety loomed Large in his heart, a shadow he couldn’t

may. The allure of indulging in roasted oysters beckons

your fondness for oysters, I’m preparing a roasting delight for you at

the grill, the aroma of oysters wafting

eyes falling upon the empty beverage

chance, Rhea deftly maneuvered herself before Millie’s artisanal

masterful illusion, she mimicked the act of pouring a Libation for herself. Yet, beneath this facade, she deftly scattered the elusive tripterygium wilfordii pollen into the vessel, a gesture woven with

cup, Rhea foresaw her impending approach to quench her