The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Oh, the scene… Sasha thought to herself, too horrified to revisit it in her memory.

It was too cruel for words. Despite being a doctor for so many years, the sight of blood splattered everywhere frightened her so much that she felt a wave of nausea just thinking of it.

Frederick, who arrived as soon as he heard the news promptly settled the matter.

Around the same time, Sebastian was locked up, losing his freedom, and branded as one of the most dangerous men in the country. After six years, his uncle had appeared and with much effort, persuaded Frederick to allow him to bring Sebastian abroad.

All of these were kept secret back then.

These secrets were well sealed. The medical staff who had handled Margaret’s body back then had been exterminated by Frederick to ensure their everlasting silence.

How was it possible for loose ends to still appear? Also, there was that broadcast of the incident from back then!

Sasha stood up without knowing what to do. Trembling from head to toe, she grasped clumsily at objects in her path to steady herself as she headed out.

She had made up her mind to see Sebastian.

Sasha was certain that he would undoubtedly have an adverse reaction when he finds out as this was his worst recurring nightmare and the darkest secret buried in his heart.

The exposure of his deeds would consume him like a rabid beast if she did not speak to him.

Finally deciding on a course of action, Sasha hailed a cab and made haste for Empire State Tower.

Things were chaotic at the Tower.

in droves, prompted by the short clip broadcasted from the press conference at

waiting for the man who had just

be apprehended the minute he appeared.

an hour without any sign of movement from within. On the other hand, the crowd that

down. I’m begging you,

middle level of the Tower, Karl had seen the crowd that had gathered down below from his vantage

bloodshot eyes stared

malevolently in Sebastian’s eyes which grew more powerful with each passing minute until every bit of his rationality had

in his ability to

think of Ian, will you?

a start at the sound

took advantage of his distraction as he attempted to knock him

into insanity a second later. At the slightest hint

Crack!

feeling as if he

he still did not loosen his grip on Sebastian. Barring his employer’s path with his body, he pleaded once more. “Mr. Hayes,

earlier trauma, as evidenced by how he had snapped the wrist

he intends to kill

“What?”

to get rid of me to take back what he

on his face. The only thing of interest to him was the gun in his

heart drop out of his