When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

“The problem is that you’re standing right in front of us, alive and well!” I screamed at him. “You even wanted to take Ashton’s life! You ruined the first half of his life, so who the f*ck do you think you are to stand here and call him your son? A piece of sh*t like you doesn’t deserve to be called a human, let alone a father!”

Nicolas tilted his head, the hints of a smile tugging at his mouth. “I don’t deserve to be a father? And what about you? Do you think that you’re above me? Do you think you deserve to stand up on Ashton’s behalf more than I do?”

“At least I never treated him like a product and threw him away when he was no longer of any use to me,” I spat out venomously. If Ashton didn’t have the heart to deal with this piece of trash, then I wasn’t going to back down on his behalf.

I must have been a sight, my face contorted in rage as I saw red, wishing for nothing more than to tear Nicolas to pieces with my bare hands.

But in the back of my mind, I knew that all I really wanted was to protect the man I loved. Getting myself worked up over Nicolas wasn’t worth it.

Upon hearing my rant, the man in question broke out into a chuckle that grated my ears, grinning meaningfully at me.

“What are you laughing at?” I scowled, unable to stop myself from responding.

of emotion. I felt chills run up my spine at the sight of them. “Women always like to make everything into a soap opera, don’t they? You’re selfless and you’re not scheming, so you expect the same from your partner? Should I tell you about Ashton’s hereditary blindness, and how he kept

enough!” Ashton suddenly interrupted, seemingly refusing to entertain Nicolas

hand in the air. Soon after, Joseph approached us and opened the cell door, dragging Nicolas out

carrying a wooden chair. They made a beeline for the cell and set the chair down, taking some ropes out to tie Nicolas up to the chair. After that was done, they secured some sort of metal device to the back of his

bucket and placed it behind the chair, as well as

and kicked the legs of the wooden chair, causing Nicolas

man, observing him carefully. When he reached the water

forth from the pipe, hitting Nicolas’

breath hitched in my throat. Is this… another form of

him, his eyes fogged over with murderous intent

towards me and helped me up the stairs out of the basement, stopping in his tracks briefly to call out over