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Chapter 57: Beware The Jealous Man's Obsession

Author: Jennifer Writes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-16 16:00:03

Few minutes earlier

Marco

Meanwhile, while the lovebirds enveloped themselves with passion and love, a man lurked in the corner, burning with intense jealousy that could scorch the entire countryside, as he watched them.

She was leaning into Stefano, her soft giggles like a symphony of betrayal. Her eyes sparkled with joy that should’ve belonged to him. Her body melted into the arms of the man Marco was slowly hating with a depth that bordered on divine wrath. Stefano didn’t deserve her light. The bastard didn’t even understand what he had.

Marco’s fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles pale and stiff. He watched them from afar, hidden in the forest line, his gaze burning holes into their silhouettes. His heart beat erratically, a chaos of yearning and loathing. His desire for Serena had long since morphed into something grotesque. Beautifully inevitable.

He didn’t just want her.

He wanted to own her.

To remake her laughter in his name. To mold her joy with his presence. He wante
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