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?”

Remy replied, his eyes cold as they met Jameson’s pallid face. “Someone shared the news that your location on Rose Island has been exposed. Ms. Alyssa’s family and Jasper are probably coming here right

could at least spend the time he had

the blood rising in his mouth.

‘Just… Lyse?”

stiff smirk tugging at the comers of his lips. ‘Look at yourself. Can you protect Alyssa? You don’t have many days left. Can you even still serve Mr. Justin? Besides, this island’s scenery

words, was he to

a burden to Justin

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

get her to him, even if it costs me my life.” Remy glanced at his wristwatch. “When day breaks,

‘That’s enough…”

“What?”

to his chest, using

in Remy’s eyes