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…

to blur. Only then did Marcus

leave. I will…

tall amidst the darkness, his imposing silhouette

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

to her feet, leaving the silk scarf that had fallen from her neck in her haste to escape. Her hand flew to her throbbing neck, and her mind focused

would

Rhea had evacuated the room, silence

burning eyes shut, cursing the torment that was

and hurriedly made

happened to Marcus? She had received an

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