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.”

pulled me into his arms, the foreign smell of his cologne overwhelming

did my best to push him away with all my might, but he tightened his grip around me. “There is a long life ahead of me. Why should I give up anything to anyone? Whatever love Ashton can give to you, I’ll shower you with twice that amount. I’m never going to give you up

my breath, tired from struggling to escape his hold. “Why do you

Why does it have to be me

He’s gone mad!

can try your best to obtain the things that you want. But I’m telling you right now, I’m not an item. I’m my own person, and I have the right to choose my life and

why can’t you choose me? Do I not deserve your love? What does Ashton have that I don’t? He’s abusive, toxic, and bloodthirsty!

was acting like a demon, foaming at the

terrified yet

that I’m in love with him, and it has been the same for the past seven years. I’m

giving up. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never let go of you. I don’t believe in ‘the early bird gets the worm’ or fate. I only believe

his lips twisted up into an evil smirk before he pressed his mouth to

time, and the action gave way to a wave of disgust

was a sharp gust of wind, and Marcus

another warm embrace, the familiar tobacco smell calmed my nerves

asked me, an undertone of anger

his stern

stand upright, Ashton walked towards Marcus and threw a punch at him without saying a

into a violent brawl, but it wasn’t long before I