My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

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Maximus watched as Marcus forcibly dragged Mary away. He wanted to go after them, but he stopped himself, uncertain of how his interference might impact her. The lock in Marcus’s eyes was all too familiar–it was jealousy, pure and corrosive. Maximus recognized it because he had been consumed by the same emotion once, years ago, when Peter had been involved.

The memories rushed back, as vivid as if they had happened yesterday. Mary had spent two weeks at Peter’s house after the disastrous “anniversary” dinner where everything had gone irreparably wrong. Her physical wounds were healing, the bruises slowly fading, and she seemed calmer, more at ease. That house, where she had once lived for nine months, now felt like a sanctuary to her.

Being near the sea brought her comfort. Life in that home had been hectic–work, classes, and outings with friends had kept her busy. She had rarely had the time to enjoy the ocean, but now she swore that as soon as her wounds fully healed, she would dive into the water and let wash away her pain.

leave Mary alone. She wasn’t fully recovered, and the thought of coming back to an empty house or, worse, finding her gone, haunted him. He

phone calls and messages. Peter had been forced to replace his phone to put an end to the harassment. He wasn’t naïve–he knew Maximus could find him if he truly wanted to. The lack of action only proved that Maximus wasn’t

snacking on street food, and sipping beer. Peter dared to hope that she was reclaiming the light that had once drawn him to her, the same light he had fallen in love

As they walked through a narrow street near the town center, three black SUVs surrounded them. A group of burly bodyguards emerged,

of the SUVS. Peter was restrained by two massive guards as Maximus approached him, his fury palpable. His patience had run out. He didn’t love Mary, but the humiliation of her fleeing with his

on Peter, beating him mercilessly in the street. Peter

about settling an old score. This was payback for the beating Peter

what both brothers already knew: there would never be reconciliation between

Palmer mansion, the weight of those memories bore down on him. He realized he had done to Peter what Marcus seemed capable of doing now. He had locked Mary in the mansion back then, surrounded by guards and under constant surveillance. Though he hadn’t laid a hand on her, the control he

He also knew some unsettling things about the man- enough to fear what he might be capable of