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

given up on

temper flared at Phil's

you a puppet? A robot? Can't you think for

into silence,

saw this and his

Phil, he glanced at the man who seemed

If he wants to follow, let

the years, Phil rarely left his

nothing as they got into the

atmosphere inside was tense, Phil silent while

like lan. Are you

knockoffs before, even one

were like tools, devoid of any real

his nails with a knife, exuding an

could say that, but I'm nothing like

hunch about

research facility had collapsed, the shadowy

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

suggested 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 the

lips

for

In Greenfield.

over subconsciously as an intense itch spread

went to call

no use, I just need a

painkillers were

water, but by the last, lan could barely

wetting the

"Has Maja returned?"

the university. She said she won't

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

court just sent word. With our influence, Queena's execution is set in stone and will

death would his obsessive urge to