Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2216

At first, Jameson had no intention of touching her. His love for her was so profound that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He was well aware that this wedding was far from perfect, decent, or presentable. In fact, it was almost absurd. But the fact that she refused to even pretend or put on a show during his final days was unbearable.

Alyssa watched as Jameson's chest was gradually exposed, a bead of sweat trailing down his sculpted abs, his skin flushed with a pink hue of arousal.

Her eyes widened in terror, her face burning with embarrassment.

It hurt. It hurt all over.

Pain spread throughout her insides and to every nerve ending.

Just as his hands reached to tear her nightgown, he caught a glint of cold steel in his peripheral vision. He held his breath.

Somehow, Alyssa had gotten her hands on a sharp knife. She had positioned it right at his chest in the blink of an eye.

She would be airing at his heart if she moved it a little to the side.

you get that from, Lyse?' After a moment of

I will kill you!" Alyssa screamed. Her eyes

that day, he hurriedly left, forgetting to put away the knife he had used to cut apples. She took the opportunity to snatch it and tuck it

of using any energy. At this point, she was draining every last bit of

to touch her again, she would kill him. She

smile, tenderness in his eyes as he

the knife slowly pressed into

Alyssa was nearly overwhelmed, struggling to

body shook with pain, his blood trickling down the knife. "I've been diagnosed with a terminal illness. My days are numbered. Will you stay

killed so many innocent people. This is the retribution

"Jameson, do you think you deserve a peaceful

for the wedding quickly because you received word that the island had been compromised. You're well aware you can't stay

make a public apology, and be judged fairly so that the souls of the dead

him so aggressively. But she realized he

Jasper and Jasper alone. She would rather

Jameson laughed harshly, his gaunt, chiseled face twisting in a grimace." Lyse, you know I'm wicked, a devil. If I can't get what I want, neither will

from her grasp, ignoring the cut it made

a forceful intensity. The deep, overpowering kiss