Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"No need to know who I am, what matters is I can help you."

The man looked at Philip's blind eye, a crushing blow for someone as proud as him.

"What do you say, coming with me?"

Suspicion still clouded Philip's eyes as his brother, Phil, clutched his hand, "Philip, I really dream of escaping to a small island to live

out our days."

But his hand was roughly shaken off; their dreams were not aligned.

Phil yearned to gaze at the sky, to collect fallen leaves, to truly savor the world.

Philip, on the other hand, sought to dominate it.

Now destitute, lan and Maja had found their happy ending; even Cynthia had met a peaceful close.

Why not him?

He was determined to be the stone that shattered their tranquility.

He stared coldly at the man, a smirk playing on his lips, "You better not be lying to me."

"Wouldn't dare. After all, lan's on my hit list too."

The man bore such a striking resemblance to lan, it was apparent he had undergone surgery for that very purpose. His motives

were yet unclear.

Philip didn't care to delve deeper. The enemy of his enemy was his friend.

He stepped forward to join the man when he heard footsteps behind him; Phil had decided to follow.

"Why are you following me? Didn't you want to find sisland paradise?"

Phil had only one family member left in this world: Philip. If something happened to Philip, Phil's life would lose its meaning. But

ambitions were too

cwith you. I've given

flared

puppet? A robot? Can't you think for

cowed into silence,

this and

glanced at the man who seemed to be enjoying

go. If he wants to follow, let

years, Phil rarely left his

said nothing as

was tense, Phil silent while Philip

so much like lan. Are you

been other knockoffs

tools,

nails with a knife,

I'm nothing

had a hunch about

the research facility had collapsed,

over the years, they had amassed a collection of drugs for purposes

he was either one of the elite or their

of the full extent of Dr. Sarah's secrets, let alone the rank-and-file at

his lips

car headed for the private

In Greenfield.

over subconsciously as an intense

went to call a

I just

forehead; painkillers were ineffective against this

him glass after glass of water, but by the last,

fell, wetting

"Has Maja returned?"

university. She said she

relief. He didn't want her to see him like this,

influence, Queena's execution is set in stone and will be carried out in

death would his obsessive urge to find her