Chapter 915

 915:
“Linsey!” Terror flashed across Collin’s eyes as he violently shoved aside anyone standing between them, desperation fueling his movement.
Unfortunately, he was still too far from Linsey.
The sound of the blade piercing flesh cut through the silence—a sickening thud that seemed to stop time itself.
Strangely, Linsey felt no pain wash over her.
Someone shoved her roughly aside, the force unexpected and jarring. Then the unmistakable metallic scent of blood filled her nostrils, sharp and immediate.
Bright red droplets spattered across her white wedding dress, the stark contrast horrifying in its clarity.
In the next breath, she tumbled into Collin’s protective embrace.
“Linsey!” Fear etched deep lines across Collin’s face as he caught her, his arms strong and steady, keeping her from collapsing to the floor while his eyes searched hers for signs of injury.
For a moment, Linsey froze in confusion before turning to look behind her.
Together, they watched as Gorman staggered backward, his body betraying him as he collapsed to the floor. Blood poured from the terrible wound in his chest, pooling beneath him in an ever-widening circle that made her stomach lurch. The knife had struck true—plunging directly into his heart.
𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀꞉ⅽ𝗈𝗆
Linsey’s pupils dilated in shock, her mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. “Gorman!”
Her instincts screamed at her to rush to his side, but his subordinates had already swarmed around him.
“Mr. Green!” Panic rippled through Gorman’s men as they shouted frantically.
Several rushed forward to support their fallen leader while others quickly apprehended Kylee, the knife still wet with Gorman’s blood.
“Linsey!” Kylee’s face contorted with disbelief, her bloodshot eyes burning with hatred at having accidentally wounded the wrong target. Struggling against her captors’ grip, she heaved ragged breaths, her body trembling with impotent rage.
“Why? Why wasn’t it you?” The scream tore from Kylee’s throat, her eyes fixed on the fallen blade as she imagined driving it into Linsey’s flesh.
For several heartbeats, Linsey stood frozen before reality crashed back. Whirling toward the shell-shocked shop assistants, she commanded, “Call an ambulance!”
Pain etched deep lines across Gorman’s face as he fought for each shallow breath. With tremendous effort, he forced his heavy eyelids open to meet Linsey’s gaze, his attention catching on the vivid crimson stain blooming across her wedding dress.
Something flickered behind Gorman’s eyes, and the ghost of a smile touched his lips as he rasped, “Linsey…”
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