Chapter 914
914:
A glacial mask descended over Gorman’s features. Wordlessly, he raised his hand and aimed the still-warm barrel at Collin once more, the metal gleaming with deadly intent.
“Gorman!” Linsey flung herself forward, arms spread wide to shield Collin from the weapon’s deadly promise. Her crimson-rimmed eyes bore into Gorman with icy resolve.
She understood now. Gorman had orchestrated this encounter, patiently awaiting Collin’s arrival.
The truth had been there all along—Collin’s appearance was never a surprise but an anticipated certainty.
The men gathered beforehand served one chilling purpose: to ensure Collin’s death.
“Linsey! Move!” Collin’s voice tore through the tension, urgent and panicked.
Anyone could see the dangerous haze clouding Gorman’s judgment. One bullet had already found its mark; a second could fly at any heartbeat’s notice.
As Gorman witnessed Linsey’s protective stance, crimson fury bloomed in his eyes. His lips twisted into a bitter smirk.
“Linsey,” he rasped, “must you shield him so desperately before my very eyes?”
Darkness settled across his features as he delivered his final blow.
𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⍰𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Remember, your daughter remains under my control.”
“Shameless!” The curse erupted from Linsey’s clenched jaw, days of buried terror finally breaking through as sobs wracked her body.
In one fluid motion, Gorman hurled the pistol to the floor.
“Linsey,” he murmured, his voice velvet-soft with dangerous tenderness. “I’ll spare Collin’s life on one condition—marry me. His survival rests in your hands. Shall we proceed to the courthouse now, Linsey? Make it official today?”
Collin’s knuckles turned white as he fought to contain the rage boiling beneath his skin.
“That’s impossible! I will never marry you!” The words tore from Linsey’s throat even as relief washed through her upon seeing the discarded weapon.
Yet beneath this momentary calm, her resolve crystallized like steel. Love for Gorman was unimaginable—marriage, an impossibility she wouldn’t entertain.
Darkness swept across Gorman’s gaze, extinguishing whatever light had lingered there. Even in this pivotal moment, Linsey refused to offer him the comfort of a convenient lie.
Gorman’s throat constricted visibly as words formed on his lips.
“Linsey! I’ll kill you!” From the shadows, Kylee emerged like a specter, a knife clutched in her white-knuckled grip as she lunged toward Linsey’s unprotected back.
Pivoting sharply, Linsey caught sight of Kylee’s contorted features—then her mind emptied into a void of pure shock.
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