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.

you for

making our wish come true," he breathed, a single bead of sweat tracing his

even used your own mother

you." Justin's tone was

you can

he

his only family crashed down on him, splintering him inside,

version of him—could no longer be

was nothing more than a soulless bastard willing to

drug your own mother, it shouldn't be a problem for you

pupils constricted

taking a knife and piercing

the living

box on

gift to you." Justin's voice was

wedding gift, if you will." The word "wedding" dripped with

any joy from his

"Will do, Mr.

Jameson got to his feet stiffly, left the

he saw a beautiful mahogany box on

wasn't here

have people on Rose Island as well? A shiver crawled

table, opened the box with one hand, and found three

off a

up the black pill, holding it between his