The Love that Never Really Dies

Boom! The chandelier shattered onto the floor and silenced everyone in the villa.

The floor was covered in a bed of crystal shards, and among the crystalline sparkles, they saw a man standing there in a black coat.

He had a handsome face with exquisite features and an outstanding air of elegance around him.

That said, he was emitting an intense amount of killing intent, enough to make everyone there peed in their pants.

All because the gun was in his hand.

“If I hear anything from any one of you. This man dies next!” Sebastian pointed the gun towards the second floor.

His eyes red with blood lust as it gave everyone there goosebumps.

Hearing that, everyone upstairs immediately covered their mouths with their hands.

At that moment, Brandon heard Sebastian’s voice and quickly crawled out with his beat-up face. “Sebastian! It’s about time! Get up here!”

He was crying, even though he was more than twenty years old.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed when he saw that. He had a dark expression on him as he hurried upstairs with the gun.

As expected, the situation was worse than he had imagined.

The room was in disarray. Chairs and vases smashed, shards of glass littered everywhere with blood all over the floor. It was so horrifying that even his pupils constricted, his eyes more crimson than it was a moment ago.

herself up from the floor. But when she saw those eyes, she

supposed to be

particular moment was a godsend,

But she was not.

and fearful. Those feelings were so strong that they were able to overwhelm the pain all over the

now? Did he know

was caught in a

you here?” Sebastian

he clenched his fist so tight that it

Sasha shuddered.

dropped into the depths of hell. She was struggling to breathe as there

only. Did he know about it from the start? Did he set this whole thing up so he could fish those

more she could

why I’m here,

say?” Sebastian narrowed his angry gaze. He did not

being awfully

it to you so that it’s less

to her head.

want me to kill you

went pale

be proud of

wanted to kill herself then and

for six years. After all those years, she made the same mistake yet again. This time, if things went beyond repair, she