Her embrace offered a hint of relief, a balm to his inflamed senses. Marcus hesitated, granting Rhea a sliver of hope. Had she succeeded?

Her hope, however, was abruptly shattered when his hand clamped onto her throat, the veins on his hand bulging out.

“It seems like you have a death wish. I’ll grant it for you,” he snarled.

“Ugh…

Marcus’ grip intensified, and Rhea gasped for breath like a fish out of water, teetering on the precipice of death.

“Marcus, I… Let go…of me…

was growing faint, and the edges of her consciousness were beginning to blur. Only then did Marcus release her, letting

I will… leave

darkness, his imposing silhouette radiating an

Rhea could feel the menace emanating from him and the fear clutching at

stumbled to her feet, leaving the silk scarf that had fallen from her neck in her haste to escape. Her

lingering would

Rhea had evacuated the room, silence

squeezed his burning eyes shut, cursing the torment

out of the taxi and hurriedly made

Marcus? She had received an

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