Can’t Win Me Back

“Damien!” Cyrus cried out, unable to contain his tears as they streamed down his face.

The tip of the blade had pierced his coat, sending a jolt of sharp, cold pain through him.

Everything screeched to a halt, as if someone had hit a pause button.

Cyrus’ sorrowful visage held Remy’s gaze captive. A detachment crept in, a chilling sensation like his spirit was untethering itself. Then, a wave of dizziness washed over him, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

As Remy lost his focus, Cyrus pulled the trigger.

He shot Remy’s hand, the one holding the knife. Pain lanced through Remy, yet he didn’t make a sound. A deep frown creased his face as he let the weapon clatter to the ground.

Cyrus wanted to apprehend Remy, but the beating had left him battered. He struggled to rise, clutching the gun tightly, prepared to defend himself if Remy attacked again.

However, Remy made no move toward him. Instead, he walked over to his accomplice lying on the ground, and together, they disappeared quickly into the woods.

An eerie silence settled over the scene, as if nothing had ever happened.

upright, and called out to his police team.

both severely injured, sat in the car in a

completely ignoring the bullet in his right hand. He

Millennium has a specialized doctor who could handle it.” Amber, weak from blood loss, was on the verge of

her. “You

eyelashes fluttered. Her heart

know what I’m

severely injured. Do I need to deal with

as she added, “If he doesn’t trust me,

you. And the more he exploits you, the more exposed you become. Mr. Jameson is a

me! You didn’t exactly finish the job either. You had the chance to take

the first shot. There’s no guarantee he wouldn’t

die is

for Mr. Justin. You don’t need to bend over backward for