Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

In the next moment, Jameson wrapped the arm holding the gun around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies pressed. "Good job. Not only do I not blame you, I need to praise you. You revealing the information to Angelina messed up her plans, forcing her into solo action. She fell into Preston Harper's trap and lost her life because of it.

"Her death put Landon Harper into agony. His hair greyed overnight."

She remained stoic. Every word coming from his mouth ripped a piece of her heart out, the bloody and shameful mess scattering across the ground.

"Keep up with your plan and go big. I know you won't disappoint me." He released her and examined her figure. "Axel Whitaker's clothes look good on you. Remember to wear the same windbreaker at his funeral."

When Amber returned to her bedroom, the shades of sunset illuminated her lifeless face.

Stumbling to the full-length mirror, she slowly removed the black windbreaker. Fully naked, she revealed the shameful marks on her frail frame, proof of Jameson's action on her over the afternoon.

making no noise at all. After all, she was already dead on the inside. The moment he pulled the trigger on the unloaded gun, he had killed her

slightly as tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably. She did not have much time left. The next time he pulled the trigger at her, he would be holding

on the door. She hurriedly

a bodyguard who got along well with Amber. Wesley Lock fixed a concerned look

motioned at him to get into her room. There, he offered her a tube of medicated cream. He explained, "We

in the afternoon. She accepted the cream with trembling fingers and said in a tearful voice, "Thank

life. Have you not thought of—" His

lashes. "I have been thinking about

worry. "You can always seek refuge under Ms. Alyssa