Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Seated on the sofa was none other than his father, Jonah Thomas.

“Dad, a prior heads-up would have been appreciated.”

Bruce’s voice, laden with the fatigue of a sleepless night, resonated with depth.

Only then did Jonah rise, pivoting to face Bruce, having first cast a frigid glance at the woman, whose humiliation was palpable.

“It’s nearly noon, Bruce. You’ve reached an age where focusing on the right path should be your priority. If your intent is to frolic with women, could you not defer such indulgences until our objectives are met, instead of reckless abandon?”

The woman hugged herself tighter. While she carried no badge of honor herself, being reprimanded so directly brought waves of humiliation.

Bruce produced a check, filled it out, and extended it to the woman.

“Take this and depart.”

the figures inscribed on the check, her humiliation was swiftly eclipsed by the sum before her. She clutched the

I simply happened to rise a tad later, and it caused no disruption,” Bruce

legacy from Marcus hangs in the balance. Instead of diverting your attention to women, why not engage more with

a somber turn in

ensnared

composure, yet within,

lay claim to the sumptuous Thomas fortune, an emblem of wealth and influence, had never

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would amount to naught, as he’d never been the favored heir in the eyes of the family’s matriarch. He bided his time

but feel a measure of admiration for Jonah. Despite his fervent yearning for the family legacy, he presented an image of detachment

Thomas, whose quick-igniting temper flared at the