Can’t Win Me Back

To Alyssa, these five days felt like hell on earth.

She couldn’t bring herself to eat or drink, and within two weeks, she had become as thin as a wisp. She lay limply on the bed, her delicate shoulder blades trembling.

She looked pitiful, yet her appearance stirred a desire to conquer and spoil her, never having to worry that she would leave.

During these five days, Alyssa was constantly on edge. Though she was so exhausted she could have slept for days, she only dared to take brief naps, never allowing herself to fall into a deep sleep.

She was afraid-afraid that Jameson would eventually lay his hands on her.

So far, he had only held her and kissed her, but she couldn’t trust that the madman wouldn’t decide to take things further on a whim.

In the wee hours of the morning, the night sky turned dark and ominous as strong winds began to howl.

Jameson injected himself with adrenaline in the study. Emerging from the room, he dragged his weary body through the dimly lit corridor, where he froze upon spotting Remy leaning against a wall. He forced himself to suppress the rising lump in his throat and asked, “What’s up?”

as they met Jameson’s pallid face. “Someone shared the news that your location on Rose Island has been exposed. Ms. Alyssa’s

at least spend

his teeth, he swallowed the blood rising in his mouth. “When “As

‘Just… Lyse?”

you protect Alyssa? You don’t have many days left. Can you even still serve Mr. Justin? Besides, this island’s scenery is beautiful, the

words, was he to die

cruel. But Jameson had no objections. He was just a burden to Justin now.

typhoon at sea now. You can’t leave yet,” Jameson said, forcing himself to stay alert. His eyes gleamed with a cold light as he continued, “Even if

I’ll get her to him, even if it costs me my

‘That’s enough…”

“What?”

to his chest, using the wall for support as he slowly made

astonishment flashed in Remy’s eyes as he watched Jameson’s dying form