Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Marcus was seated on a black leather sofa, his upper body bare, his muscular form on full display. His clothing lay nearby.

Harlan’s eyes narrowed as he examined Marcus’ wounded arm.

“Your injury is more severe than I anticipated.”

He had been dispatched by Victor to assess Marcus’ condition.

“It’s been poisoned by Bloody Herb,” he continued, sitting opposite Marcus, hands resting on his knees.

“We haven’t yet developed a treatment. You’ll have to endure it for now. You may need to remain on Raven Island for a while. You’re well aware of the complexity of Bloody Herb.”

Marcus remained silent as Derek approached to dress the wound. The festering injury and surrounding skin were a gruesome sight. Derek’s face betrayed his revulsion as he bandaged the wound with the utmost care.

brandy and took

on you,” he said, his voice tinged

cliff. You were the one who reached

deeply, his

had a feeling about this,”

to bed with Millie, he would take great care to conceal his injury from her. Even during their more intimate moments, he would keep a shirt on. A memory surfaced of his youth, a time when he excelled in all

grandmother had showered him with praise and rewarded him with a model airplane. As he was about to give it to Bruce,

Angela’s Library

had been filled with a

nonchalant demeanor had hidden a deep unwillingness to be overshadowed by Marcus. Bruce’s father, Jonah, was similarly deceptive, concealing his

Jonah appeared indifferent to wealth and success, he harbored ambitious plans to take control

then stepped out onto the balcony. Rain was falling, and Derek