The Love that Never Really Dies

“What do you intend to do about it then?” Devin suddenly found himself scoffing. “Let me get this straight, Shanae. One, we’re not engaged; it’s solely your grandfather’s own desire to have you married to me. Two, you’re the one who struck her first, which prompted her to retaliate in kind. Wasn’t that to be expected?”

There was no sentimentality in his eyes. His behavior was a complete turnaround from the moment he helped her up and checked on her.

Gone was his gentleness, and in its place was a kind of frostiness that chilled her to the bone.

Shanae was no longer able to muster up the strength to vent.

“W-What did you just say?”

“Did I not make it obvious enough for you? I’m giving you a way to bow out in grace on account of my mother. After all, she still has to return to the Woods residence from time to time.”

Shanae took it in silently while he spoke.

“Also, what did you call her just now? May I remind you to take a good look at yourself the next time you decide to insult someone!”

Devin did not mince his words and even purposefully pointed toward what was left of the birthday party at the bar’s dance floor.

Shanae grew pale when she arched her head over.

There, Finn, the wealthy scion who had thrown the party today in her honor, continued to await foolishly with a huge bouquet of roses in one hand and a velvety sapphire blue box in the other.

Who was the real shameless one?

Who was the least deserving of all?

Everyone else knew better.

is she,

as he countered with a question

Sasha made her appearance. The woman that even the wife of the Hayes Corporation president

overt brashness and proclivity

went pallid again. This time, it was because she figured out who Sabrina was. When she recalled the absurdity

her. He walked toward the main entrance of the

the young

abruptly raised a sharp question which made

you don’t even have the answer to that yourself.

crisp cracking sound was heard from his clenched

this otherwise

to settle down for a meal together

inside the bar before her own appearance, but she did notice

suggested the seriousness

“Sab..”

bar. I don’t

the scene outside the window, she spoke up so

days into operation. What’s gotten into her

her cup down. “Your

for anything? This isn’t your first day knowing me; I’ve always done things on a whim. I just don’t feel like doing it anymore. It’s fine if you don’t want to take over, though, cause I can always

still could not figure out how best

to the Oceanic Estate, she picked up her phone and texted the man who had yet to return from

be able to

Darling: Why? What’s up?