Can’t Win Me Back

A terrifying silence hung over the other end of the call.

Sweat beaded on Jameson's temples as his heart pounded anxiously.

"Congratulations, Mr. Schmidt.

Your wish came true, and you've finally gotten your woman," Justin's unmistakable voice came through, crisp and laced with amusement.

"T need to thank you for coming up with this plan for me and making all of this happen.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have Lyse come to me so easily." Jameson's deep eyes burned with passion.

His voice, however, was rough and full of regret as he continued, "But I'm afraid I can never return to Solana City.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Justin.

I couldn't clear the path for you or eliminate your opponent.

Even the experiment on the new drug had to be halted.

I deserve to die." "Indeed, you do deserve to die." Justin's voice dropped, deep and cold.

The words wrapped around Jameson like a chokehold.

Suffocation crept in, cold sweat running down his stiffened back.

"But you've managed to take the love of my brother's life away.

It's as good as killing him." With a broad smile, Justin continued, " I'd say you've made amends." Relief washed over Jameson.

for your

he breathed, a single bead of

you even used your own mother

her die right in front of you." Justin's tone was playful;

merciless you can

tears as he

the excruciating loss of his only family crashed down on him,

version of him—could no longer be

from the wicked, and he was nothing more than a soulless bastard willing to

guts to drug your own mother, it shouldn't

Jameson's pupils

him, this suggestion was equivalent to taking a knife and piercing it through his

the living

a box on the tea

gift to you." Justin's voice was smooth, almost

will." The word

any joy

"Will do, Mr.

to his feet stiffly, left the room, and went to

saw a beautiful mahogany box

wasn't here this

as well? A shiver crawled down

the box with one hand, and found three pills inside—white,

gave off a faint, unsettling

it