Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Then, where did the insect disappear to?” Roland’s skepticism remained intact.

“I discarded it,” Laurel replied, arms crossed in confidence,

An unexpected sensation crawled on Millie’s shoulder, her instinctual reaction halted by Roland’s hasty approach.

“Don’t move; the insect is on you Roland intervened, capturing the insect and fixing Laurel with an incensed glare.

“You claimed innocence, yet here it is.” Roland’s rebuke hung heavy in the air.

With the insect’s discovery, Laurel’s head drooped in embarrassment.

The mystery of the insect’s disappearance within the house was solved-it had surreptitiously found its way onto Millie.

unsettling creature, her hands grew cold, and her ire was directed squarely at Laurel. The origins of the insect’s placement on her bed became apparent: it was Laurel’s scheme, with the

conceive such devious plans left Millie astounded. The

“Aah!”

cry, the insect sinking its bite into the back of

Millie and Laurel redirected their

astonishment, her shock palpable upon witnessing Roland’s grimace of pain. Her words

of your actions!” Fury

G E L A ‘s L I B R A

Millie advised. Without delay, Laurel ushered Roland

Millie closed the door, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. With the insect’s absence, an air of

of self-inflicted harm-a stone thrown that

employed a flashlight to meticulously scour the room, eliminating any residual traces of insects, She changed her bedding and attire, eventually extinguishing the

awoke in a haze, attuned to movement within the room. Was the earlier culprit returning to haunt her? Instinctively, she reached for the concealed knife under her pillow, clutching it tightly against her chest with nervous