Burning Passion: Love Never Dies

"Philip, this is the divorce agreement. I've already signed it. Please give it to Carlos."

Debbie Nelson plucked up her courage and handed the signed agreement to Philip Brown, the steward of the Hilton family.

Philip was shocked by the words "divorce agreement". His first thought was that Debbie wanted to get a divorce so as to carve up the property that belonged to Carlos Hilton.

But as he looked through the document, he saw that she wanted to give up everything, including her share of the mutual property.

Philip heaved a heavy sigh. "Debbie, why are you being ridiculous? Why would you want to divorce Mr. Hilton and even choose to give up your property?"

Debbie was only a college student, and she had no parents. It was unwise for her to ask for a divorce now, much less give up her property that was worth quite a fortune.

Embarrassed, Debbie looked away and scratched the back of her head. "Carlos and I have been married for three years, but our marriage only exists on paper. I don't want to waste my time on him anymore," she admitted, instead of hiding the reason from Philip.

She had a life of her own. She did not want this nominal marriage to take her youth.

In her eyes, Carlos was merely a stranger whom she had never met literally, so she had nothing to lose if she let him go. Besides, this marriage was arranged by her late parents. She had no feelings for it at all.

"I see. It seems that you've already made up your mind. Today... No. I will give this to Mr. Hilton tomorrow."

Debbie let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Philip," she uttered with a lovely smile on her face.

Philip stood up to leave. But before he took a step, he turned to Debbie and stated, "Debbie, Mr. Hilton is a good man. In my opinion, you two are a perfect match. I hope you think it through again."

'A perfect match?' Debbie repeated in her mind. But she had not even seen her husband in the past three years. Even if they were a perfect match, so what?

A bitter smile formed on her lips. She took a deep breath and firmly replied, "Phillip, I've made up my mind."

The next afternoon, Phillip still had not received a call from Debbie. He had expected her to regret her hasty decision to get a divorce or at least add some conditions to the agreement. However, she did not.

Resigned, Philip took out his phone and dialed a number. As soon as he was connected to Carlos, he said, "Mr. Hilton, there's a document that needs your signature."

"What kind of document?" Carlos asked indifferently.

Philip hesitated for a moment before answering, "It's... a divorce agreement."

Carlos, who was dealing with some papers in his office, stiffened.

It was only then that he remembered he had a wife.

As Phillip received no response from the other end of the line, he suggested, "Mr. Hilton, why don't you talk with Mrs. Hilton about it?"

"How much does she want?" Carlos asked coldly.

"Nothing. She even wishes to give up her share of your mutual property."

"She wants to give up everything?"

"That's right. But Mr. Hilton, I would like to remind you that your father is not in good health at the moment. If he finds out about this, he will lose his temper again. What's more, if the news that your wife has abandoned you spreads, I'm afraid it will leave a bad impact on you and the company," Philip concluded calmly.

"Very well. Put the agreement in my office. I'll return to Alorith in two days."

"Yes, Mr. Hilton." Philip did not dare to say anything more.

After all, once Carlos had made up his mind, nobody could change his decision.

In the Blue Night Bar in Alorith.

As the night fell, more and more young people entered the bar.

Debbie usually wore casual clothes. But since today was her birthday, she had decided to wear a pink dress trimmed with lace. It was unusual for her to dress like a lady. Several classmates of hers pulled out their phones and took pictures with her.

While they were enjoying the party, a fat drunkard appeared out of nowhere and wrapped an arm around Debbie's waist.

"Hey, beautiful lady. Let's also take a photo."

As the man sexually harassed her, Debbie slapped him across the face with all her strength.

The drunkard sobered up in an instant. He gritted his teeth in anger and walked closer, intending to teach Debbie a lesson.

Fortunately, her classmates stood in front of her to protect her.

Debbie was a sheer beauty. This was not the first time she had experienced being harassed by filthy men.

One of Debbie's classmates looked at the drunkard up and down and commented with utter disdain, "Can you behave yourself? It's embarrassing for an old man like you to annoy a young girl."

"Next time, look at yourself in the mirror before you leave your house. How did you have the nerve to take a picture with a decent lady? You sick fuck," another mocked.

The man was enraged that the group of young people insulted his appearance. Fuming with anger, he put down his drink and bellowed, "How dare you?! I won't let you off!"

As soon as he said those words, he waved his hand. Soon, a group of hooligans surrounded Debbie and her classmates.

Those who had attended Debbie's birthday were her college students. Afraid they would make trouble for themselves, they did not dare to fight off campus.

Meanwhile, Debbie's eyes widened in horror upon realizing that they were outnumbered by those hooligans. So, without hesitation, she shouted, "Run!"

Her classmates were also aware that this was not the right time to be a hero. Without wasting a second, they picked up their bags and bolted.

The hooligans chased them around in all directions.

Unfortunately for Debbie, she could not run fast as she was wearing a dress and high heels. She got separated from her companions before she could even reach the exit.

Because of this, she took off her shoes and ran barefoot.

When she turned a corner, she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

Meanwhile, the hooligans were getting closer. Debbie, who was a bit tipsy, had no time to think of a plan, so she just threw herself into the man's arms and held him in desperation. "Honey!" she called in the most coquettish voice that she could muster.

With a frown, Carlos looked at the beautiful woman, who suddenly popped up in front of him. At first, he thought that she was an unknown entertainer or model, who wanted to hook up with him.

But for some reason, her face looked so familiar.

While he was lost in thought, Debbie wheeled him around, leaned against the door and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

The man's tall figure obscured Debbie from view. In others' eyes, it seemed that the man was forcing Debbie to kiss him when it was actually the contrary.

Carlos was infuriated. Nobody had ever offended him like this.

Just as he was about to push Debbie away, she unbuttoned his shirt and blatantly felt his chest.

She stiffened for a second when she felt his hard and toned pecs. 'Wow. What a muscular man!' she remarked inwardly.

The hooligans, who were chasing Debbie, left when they saw the intimate scene. They did not think that one of them was their target.

As if the kiss was not enough, Debbie nestled in Carlos's arms. As soon as she noticed that the hooligans were gone, she pushed the man away and smiled fawningly at him. "Oops. Sorry. I mistook you for someone else."

Carlos wiped the lipstick off his lips in disgust. He caught a whiff of red wine on this woman's breath and in his own mouth, so he surmised that she must have been drinking.

At this moment, Debbie raised her head to look at the man. Not until then did she see his face.

His dark and deep eyes, thick dashing eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lips all showed his elegance and nobility.

However, his eyes were icy cold, and his dissatisfaction was written all over his face.

Upon realizing that the man was displeased, Debbie flashed him a smile and said apologetically, "As compensation, I'll give you two thousand dollars!"

In her eyes, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Two thousand dollars was worth it.

She quickly opened her bag to get the money. To her surprise, she only had two hundred dollars and some changes left. Pausing for a few seconds, she cleared her throat and added, "Uh... can I get a discount?"

"A discount?" Carlos repeated, outraged. The more he looked at her, the more he was sure that he had seen her before.

It did not take a genius to know that the man in front of Debbie was pissed off. He looked as if he were planning on throwing her into the sea to feed a shark. If looks could kill, she should have been dead already.

Suddenly, Debbie's face lit up. She took out her phone and suggested, "I know! I'll make the transfer via the cellphone."

She clicked on the screen, but it did not light up. A sinking feeling emerged in her heart when she saw that her phone was dead.

Embarrassed, she raised her head and smiled awkwardly at the man. "It seems that my phone has died..."

Meanwhile, Carlos was fuming with anger. He felt that the woman in front of him was making a fool out of him. Just when he was a second away from losing his temper, Debbie stuffed all her remaining money into his hand and ran away.

Carlos was dumbfounded. He stared at the money in his hand in a daze and then looked in the direction in which Debbie just left.

Emmett Cooper, Carlos's assistant, had just gone to park the car. When he headed towards the bar, he saw Carlos standing still with a grim expression. Emmett swallowed hard and then trotted towards his boss.

Seeing that Carlos was holding hundreds of dollars in his hand and giving off a frightening aura, Emmett cautiously asked, "Mr. Hilton, are you... are you going to buy something?"

Carlos cast a fierce glance at his assistant and threw the money to him. "Catch that woman!" he ordered, through gritted teeth.

"Yes, sir!" Emmett was confused, but he followed Carlos's order nevertheless.

At the same time, Debbie was able to leave the bar unscathed. It did not take long before she reunited with her classmates.

Her face was still flushed as she sat in Jared Hampton's car. What had happened just now was the craziest thing she had ever done in her life.

'Oh my God! I gave my first kiss to a stranger! Was that considered as being unfaithful to my marriage? Did I just cheat on my nominal husband?'

On second thought, Debbie believed that it should be alright. She had signed the divorce agreement anyway.

All of a sudden, Kasie Garcia gasped in shock and exclaimed, "Oh, my God!"

"What's wrong? Are those hooligans still after us?" Kristina Lawrence nervously asked. She was so terrified that she almost jumped up from the seat when she heard Kasie. In a fit of panic, she hurriedly looked at the rear window to see what it was.

Kasie leaned closer to Debbie, who was still in a trance, and shook her shoulders excitedly. "Debbie, do you know who that man is?"

It was only then that Debbie came to her senses. She knew very well that Kasie was someone who would easily get startled. She did not mind, though, as she was used to it by now. "Who is it?" she asked back with a deadpan expression.

"That man is the man of women's dreams. He's the famous CEO of a multinational group in Alorith! He's Mr. Hilton!"

"Oh... I've never heard of him." Debbie picked up a bottle of water and took a sip leisurely.

"His name is Carlos Hilton!" Kasie stressed, hoping she would get the same enthusiasm. Carlos was a legendary figure she could not afford to offend.

Upon hearing the name, Debbie spat the water out. Kasie got splashed with water on the face. With a helpless look on her face, she stared at Debbie, who, for some reason, was panic-stricken.

"What? Are you saying that beer-bellied drunkard is Carlos Hilton?!" Debbie asked with eyes wide open in shock.

Kasie rolled her eyes and patted Debbie's head. "Not that one, you dummy. I'm talking about the man you kissed!"

"Wait, what?! You kissed Mr. Hilton? You're quite a troublemaker, aren't you, Debbie?" Jared remarked with a chuckle. He was the first to react. He was so surprised with what he had just heard that he stepped on the gas hard.

His father was the general manager of a financial company in Alorith. He had known about Carlos for years.

When Kristina heard Carlos's name and recalled who he was, she exclaimed, "Oh, my gosh! Debbie, you just kissed Mr. Hilton! Come here. Let me kiss you to feel his lips and smell his scent!"

As soon as she said those words, she threw herself at Debbie.

"Stop it." Debbie pushed Kristina away in annoyance and wiped the water off Kasie's face with a tissue. She was so dumbfounded by what she had just learned that she even forgot to apologize to Kasie.

"Carlos rarely appears in media. How do you know it's him?" she asked in a serious tone.

"He cooperated with my father, and I met him once," Kasie replied impatiently.

"Are you sure it's him?" Debbie queried.

The truth was, she was on the verge of breaking down.

"I'm a hundred percent sure!"

Although kissing Carlos was a great honor, Kasie never expected Debbie, who had never flirted with men, to be so excited.

A sinking feeling emerged in Debbie's heart. She was doomed.

Noticing that Debbie was in a daze, Kasie patted her friend's hand comfortingly. "I heard that many women wanted to sleep with Mr. Hilton, but they were thrown out by him. Debbie, you have no chance of hooking up with him. But on the bright side, not all women have the chance to kiss him."

Debbie shook off Kasie's hand and glumly said, "He doesn't deserve it."

"Whatever. Anyway, we have to celebrate. Let's go shopping tomorrow! After that, let's ask Debbie to treat us to dinner!" Kristina shouted excitedly.

Debbie rolled her eyes at Kristina and leaned back in the backseat, lost in thought. She paid no attention to her classmates' enthusiasm.

Unlike them, she was distressed.

She and Carlos got married three years ago. The marriage procedure was handled by Carlos's assistant.

When their marriage had been finalized, Carlos asked Phillip to give Debbie the best no matter what she needed.

For three years, it was only tonight that she saw what her husband looked like.

Carlos had kept a low profile and never accepted any interviews. The media was not even allowed to post his photos on the Internet.

But one day, the media had a slip-up and posted Carlos's photo. It was a picture of him holding a female star's arm at a press conference. However, the only thing that was shown of him was his back. No wonder Debbie felt that his back looked familiar.

And tonight, she kissed him at the bar... If Carlos had signed the divorce agreement, he would be her ex-husband now.

Debbie got home about an hour later. To her disappointment, Carlos had not signed the agreement yet. She went nuts upon knowing this. Her uneasiness did not dissipate even when she was about to sleep. She just twisted and turned on the bed the whole night.

The next day, Debbie walked hand in hand with Kasie and Kristina at Shining International Plaza. She had dark circles under her eyes as she had a sleepless night.

With shopping bags in their hands, Jared and Dixon Stevenson followed the girls wherever they went. They had been shopping for hours, and the boys were exhausted.

Unable to take it any longer, Jared patted the shoulders of the three girls. "Hey, ladies. I've never seen you so energetic in long-distance running before. Why don't you take a rest when you go shopping?"

"What for?" Kristina pointed at the store in front of them and added, "We're here. This is the last stop."

Jared clasped his hands together and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, ladies!"

Debbie, Kristina, and Kasie all walked over to the store and whispered with one another. When the saleswoman saw the box of lipsticks in Debbie's hand, she smiled at her and said, "Hello, Miss. That lipstick is popular here. If you want it, take it. You're lucky we still have one left for you."

Debbie took a look at the price tag. The lipstick cost $129, 999. 'Should I buy this or not?' she asked herself.

"Debbie, have you forgotten that you're rich? You drive a car worth tens of millions of dollars. What are you so hesitant about? These lipsticks just cost more than a hundred thousand dollars. You can afford it. If you're hesitant, I'll decide for you. Buy it!" Jared urged.

"The car isn't mine. I just use it for the meantime," Debbie uttered.

Actually, the car belonged to her husband, not her. She had nothing to show off.

Just then, a commotion occurred not far away.

Debbie lifted her gaze to see what was happening. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she almost dropped the box of lipsticks in shock.

Several people were making their way to the shop Debbie and her friends were in. The man in the lead was wearing an expensive dark tailored suit. His attire emphasized his tall and straight figure. His deep eyes were calm, yet his imposing aura made people back away and make way for him.

'This man is... Oh, no! It's my husband! But who is the lady next to him? She has fair skin and a perfect figure. She's absolutely stunning, ' Debbie marveled inwardly.

It was unusual for Carlos to have a girlfriend, much less go to the public with her to go shopping. 'Is he so eager to show off their love?' Debbie wondered.