Can’t Win Me Back

At first, Jameson had no intention of touching her.

His love for her was so profound that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He was well aware that this wedding was far from perfect, decent, or presentable.

In fact, it was almost absurd.

But the fact that she refused to even pretend or put on a show during his final days was unbearable.

Alyssa watched as Jameson's chest was gradually exposed, a bead of sweat trailing down his sculpted abs, his skin flushed with a pink hue of arousal.

Her eyes widened in terror, her face burning with embarrassment.

It hurt.

It hurt all over.

Pain spread throughout her insides and to every nerve ending.

Just as his hands reached to tear her nightgown, he caught a glint of cold steel in his peripheral vision.

He held his breath.

Somehow, Alyssa had gotten her hands on a sharp knife.

She had positioned it right at his chest in the blink of an eye.

She would be aiming at his heart if she moved it a little to the side.

"Where did you get that from, Lyse?" After amoment of shock, Jameson smiled gently.

even

you dare

kill you!" Alyssa

her hand trembled as

visited Remy that day, he hurriedly left, forgetting to put away the knife

snatch it

able to move, the tranquilizer rendered her incapable

draining every last bit of strength she

he tried to touch her again,

into a slight smile, tenderness in

the knife slowly pressed into

struggling to keep a firm grip on the

don't have much longer to live." Jameson's body shook with pain, his blood

diagnosed with

My days are numbered.

me during my final days?" "You've committed countless

killed so many

retribution you deserve!" Tears streaming down her face, Alyssa roared with fury, "Jameson, do you think you deserve a peaceful end? That's impossible! "You pushed for the wedding quickly because you received word that the island

can't stay hidden

"Listen...

to stand trial, make a public apology, and be judged fairly so that the souls of the dead can find peace!" Initially, she had not wanted to fight him so

her to surrender completely

Jasper and Jasper

rather die than let him

Jameson laughed harshly, his gaunt, chiseled face twisting

I'm

he wrenched the knife from her grasp, ignoring the cut it made on

her wrists pinned above her head, his

like he was trying to devour her, to