Chapter 865 Let's Go to Hell Together

• Marlon had a lean, well-proportioned build and porcelain-white skin. His eyes, monolid and not particularly large, sparkled like stars whenever he smiled—soft, radiant, as if galaxies poured from them. His charm was irresistible, that gentle glow like a cascade of starlight. And when he wasn't smiling, he exuded a quiet, almost narcissistic melancholy—an allure all its own.
• Serena had once been completely taken by that unique aura of his, swept into it with no escape.
• Now, dressed in a sleek tailcoat tux, Marlon looked every bit the dashing nobleman out of a historical drama. If she hadn't known the truth—that this man was a ruthless, heartless monster who betrayed and destroyed without remorse—she might have found herself falling for him all over again.