Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 2415

Amber glared at Remy through her bloodshot eyes, thrusting her gleaming blade toward his chest.

In her early days of being Jameson's follower, the first lesson drilled into her was how to kill quickly and efficiently.

Refinement wasn't necessary—only results mattered.

Yet, despite mastering the techniques, she had never put them into practice.

Deep down, Amber feared the sight of blood and loathed the idea of taking a life.

And now, of all people, it was Remy forcing her to cross that line.

The blade's tip hovered mere inches from Remy's heart when hesitation gripped her.

Axel's voice echoed in her mind, raw with emotion.

"Amber, I keep feeling that Remy is my fifth brother, Damien.

We miss him...

We want him to come home!" Her pupils dilated.

The blade wavered, its deadly intent dissipating.

That single moment of doubt was all Remy needed.

With a calm, calculated motion, he seized her wrist and twisted it sharply.

Amber gasped in pain, her grip faltering as the blade clattered to the floor.

Cold sweat drenched her as she staggered, only for Remy to yank her backward.

Her body slammed into his chest, his muscular arm locking around her neck in a chokehold.

She struggled, clawing at his unyielding arm as her vision blurred and her breath hitched.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and panic coursed through her veins.

"You're pathetic," Remy said, his voice cold and unyielding.

"One of Jameson's failed experiments.

commit to taking a life." His piercing gaze bore into her, unmoved

pressure, and

to bring Amber back alive, the thought of

kinder than the torment of living—he knew

"Damien...

as tears streamed

"Please...

out of

That name again.

frustration clawing at him like an invisible

I have to repeat myself? I am not Damien!"

out, tears

''Damien ...

Your family...

They're still waiting...

Her words pierced his defenses like a

sharp, inexplicable ache spread through his

him to loosen his

fighting or

considered persuading this

move, but one she was willing

or not you're Damien, I know you're not heartless." "Women are such overthinkers," he muttered,

fully released

masked the pain with

only sparing you because my orders were

"Then what about

Remy frowned.

Jameson ordered us to intervene," Amber continued,

them in secret and

you didn't

stared straight at Amber, his gaze deepening

Silence stretched between them.

deep breath, Amber's voice trembled

"You're Sir's right-hand man.

prove Sir's real identity is Justin Beckett!" Remy's fists

in Mosgravia to develop illicit drugs and used Jameson to conduct human experiments in

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