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

were too

I've given up on

flared at

you a puppet? A robot? Can't

into silence, standing still and

saw this and his

Phil, he glanced at the

If he wants to follow,

years, Phil

nothing as they

silent while Philip studied the man's

look so much like lan. Are you

knockoffs before, even one

people were like tools, devoid of any real

with a knife, exuding

I'm nothing like the trash you're

a hunch

had collapsed, the shadowy higher-ups had

years, they had amassed a collection of drugs for purposes yet

facility suggested he was either one of the elite or their

the full extent of Dr. Sarah's secrets, let alone the

pursed his lips and sneered, falling

car headed for

In Greenfield.

on the couch, bending over subconsciously as an

to call

use, I just need

painkillers were

brought him glass after glass of water, but by the last, lan could

fell, wetting

"Has Maja returned?"

university. She said she

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

word. With our influence, Queena's execution is set in stone and will be carried out

Queena's death would his