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.

innocence betrayed by her

mind. Millie’s happiness was

this setting doesn’t quite harmonize with your spirit, we could always retrace

Large in his heart, a shadow he couldn’t quite

may. The allure of indulging in roasted

for you at this moment. They were procured by me with your

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

grew somber, her eyes falling upon the empty beverage table,

maneuvered herself before Millie’s artisanal

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 hidden

of Millie’s cup, Rhea foresaw her impending approach to