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

given up on

flared

puppet? A robot? Can't

cowed into silence, standing

this and

the man who seemed to be enjoying the

he wants to follow,

the years, Phil rarely left his

nothing as

Phil silent while Philip

much like lan.

been other knockoffs before,

were like tools, devoid

his nails with a knife, exuding an air of

nothing

hunch about the man's

had collapsed, the shadowy higher-ups

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

facility suggested he was either one of the elite

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

his lips and sneered, falling

for the private

In Greenfield.

subconsciously as an intense itch spread over

to call

use, I

on lan's forehead; painkillers were ineffective against this

of water, but by the last, lan could

wetting

"Has Maja returned?"

She

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

influence, Queena's execution is set in stone

Queena's death would his obsessive urge to