Can't Win Me Back



Chapter 2415

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

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. You can't even commit to taking a life."

His piercing gaze bore into her, unmoved by her reddened face and unfocused eyes. A slight increase in pressure, and she would suffocate within moments.

Although Justin had ordered him to bring Amber back alive, the thought of ending her life now was tempting. Sometimes, death was kinder than the torment of living-he knew Justin all too well.

"Damien... D-Damien..." Amber's voice cracked as tears streamed down her face. "Please... snap out of it!"

Damien. That name again.

Remy's jaw tightened, frustration clawing at him like an invisible hand around his throat.

"How many times do I have to repeat myself? I am not Damien!"

"You... are..." Amber choked out, tears pooling in her eyes. "Damien... Your family... They're still waiting... for you to come home..."

Her words pierced his defenses like a dagger, prying open the cold armor around his heart. A sharp, inexplicable ache spread through his chest.

His temples throbbed, and the piercing pain caused him to loosen his hold around Amber's neck, allowing Amber to gasp for air. But instead of fighting or fleeing, she stayed.

Realizing escape was impossible without Remy's help, she considered persuading this man, loyal to Justin, to switch sides. It was a risky move, but one she was willing to take.

"Remy," she whispered between coughs, "whether or not you're Damien, I know you're not heartless."

"Women are such overthinkers," he muttered, his voice tinged with irritation. He hadn't fully released her. His temples throbbed, but he masked the pain with a scoff. "I'm only sparing you because my orders were to bring you back alive. Nothing more."

"Then what about last time?" Amber pressed.

Remy frowned.

"When Jasper's younger sister Lauren was kidnapped, Jameson ordered us to intervene," Amber continued, her voice gaining strength. "I leaked information to them in secret and pretended to fall for their trap. You knew—and yet, you didn't expose me. Why?"

Remy stared straight at Amber, his gaze deepening with time.

Silence stretched between them.

Taking a deep breath, Amber's voice trembled with fury. "You're Sir's right-hand man. I have enough evidence to prove Sir's real identity is Justin Beckett!"

Remy's fists clenched tightly, his stoic expression cracking ever so slightly.

"He partnered with RC Biotechnology in Mosgravia to develop illicit drugs and used Jameson to conduct human experiments in our country. It's completely inhumane. Moreover, this isn't the only crime he has committed!

"Remy, your kindness leads me to believe you have a conscience. Is it truly your choice to stand by someone so wicked? Do you truly condone his actions? Are you really prepared to align yourself with such a dark and dangerous force?"

Amber's tears flowed before she even noticed. Clenching her teeth, she spat out, "Justin is the true owner of The Millenium, isn't he? Jameson is merely his puppet.

"Do you even realize how many women have suffered at The Millenium? How many lives were lost while the world partied on obliviously? Wasn't Justin the one who orchestrated all of this?"

Remy's fists clenched tighter, his knuckles white with strain. The tension in his jaw only sharpened the harsh angles of his face. The memory struck him like a blade that young woman, fragile and pale, lying in a hospital bed, her voice trembling as she called out to him and begged him to save her.

A metallic tang of blood spread across his tongue as he bit down on the storm of emotions rising within. Pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he forced himself to stay composed.

"If you want me to leave with you or even take my life, I won't resist," she said, her voice flat but heavy with unspoken weight.

Amber's gaze locked onto his, unwavering despite the chill in his eyes. "But could you grant me just one night? After tonight, I'll be yours entirely."

For a moment, silence hung between them like a fragile thread. Then, Remy's voice cut through the air, cold and unyielding." Leave,"

Amber was stunned. She thought she had misheard. "What... did you say?"

"Leave," he repeated. "Right now. We've never met tonight."

Without waiting for her response, he turned and strode down the shadowed corridor, his figure disappearing into the darkness." Go home. Get your man to protect you. Next time, you won't be so lucky. Because I am not a kind man."