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

Outside the villa parked a sapphire blue Tesla sports car. This car was clearly not Ashton’s.

The hard, unyielding pride of a soldier was engraved into Ashton’s DNA. As a result, his garage was filled with mostly off-road vehicles, such as SUVs, and he detested short and flashy sports cars.

I was about to drive into the villa premises when the Tesla’s headlights switched on, nearly blinding me.

Stopping my car, I saw a man getting out of the sports car. It was Marcus.

He wore a fitting black suit that complemented his tall, slender frame. If he were to walk on the streets, there was no doubt that everyone would be drawn by him.

He stood in front of my car, his dark eyes silently staring me down.

Through the glass of the car window, he seemed to have gotten skinnier and stiffer than I last saw him.

There was no use staying locked in a staring competition like this.

Sighing slightly, I got out of my car.

“I’m really sorry about the money!” I apologized instantly. It was my fault for not expecting that things would come down to this.

He ignored my apology, his voice deep as he said, “Ashton was right. It doesn’t matter if a stolen fruit is sweet or not. What matters is that it quenches your thirst.”

I could react, he pulled me into his arms, the foreign smell of

him away with all my might, but he tightened his grip around me. “There is a long life ahead of me. Why should I

escape his hold. “Why do you insist on

love is never returned? Why does it have

He’s gone mad!

up at him. “You can pursue true love, and you can try your best to obtain the things that you want. But I’m telling

love? What does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s abusive, toxic, and bloodthirsty! What in the world

recently, but right now, he was acting like a demon, foaming at the mouth while trying desperately to crawl his

terrified yet

seven years. I’m not sure how I fell in love with him, nor how I grew to rely on him, but I know

never let go of you. I don’t believe in ‘the early bird gets the worm’ or fate. I only believe in

up into an

time, and the action gave way to a wave

sharp gust of wind, and

embrace, the familiar tobacco smell calmed my nerves

me, an undertone of anger

his stern gaze. He

and threw a punch at him without saying a

violent brawl, but it wasn’t long before I heard Summer calling for me