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 release her, letting

I will…

amidst the darkness, his

inability to discern his features, Rhea could feel the

had fallen from her neck in her haste to

would seal her

the room,

cursing the torment that was threatening to

taxi and hurriedly made her

to Marcus? She had received an unusual call

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