Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 865

Ablett and Zoe froze in panic, and in that instant, the handgun slipped from Zoe's trembling hand.

A deafening bang shattered the air, hitting Marguerite's chest like a

sledgehammer.

“I... I didn't mean to shoot him... He wasn't my target..." Zoe stammered, her voice shaking with terror.

Maurice was not someone they could afford to cross. Fear seized Zoe, leaving her utterly lost.

Sensing the gravity of the situation, Ablett grabbed Zoe and bolted, dragging her away in a desperate attempt to escape.

Marguerite's vision blurred as her mind went utterly blank. She couldn't begin to fathom where Maurice had come from, let alone why he'd thrown himself between her and the bullet without a moment's hesitation.

It wasn't until Maurice's blood pooled at her feet, the sharp scent of iron filling her nose, that her senses jolted back. Only then did she remember to press her hands over his wound, desperate to stop the bleeding.

Maurice's body was turning cold with alarming speed. Blood trickled through Marguerite's fingers, scalding hot despite his fading warmth.

The world around them grew loud and chaotic. A crowd of onlookers formed a wide circle at a safe distance, horrified by the scene but unwilling to draw any closer.

Tears streamed down Marguerite's cheeks as she struggled for breath, nearly suffocating on her own panic.

"Maurice, don't you dare die on me. You hear me? If you die, I'll spend the rest of my life living in your shadow. You're not allowed to die, do you hear me? Stay with me!"

in her fierce tone seemed to reach Maurice-his eyelids fluttered open, and against all odds, a faint smile

Marguerite sheds tears for me?

then shouted desperately at the bystanders, "Somebody call 911! Please,

pull away. His voice was barely audible: "You should go now... If you

words were slurred, Marguerite

mind was spinning, but Maurice's weak

you don't leave this time, I won't let you go so easily

vision. Her hands and clothes were smeared with Maurice's blood as she fumbled for

St. Mark's

of the guests were already seated. In the bridal

surrounded by her bridesmaids

and chatter

occasionally

found Silas, but he scowled and quickly

something to work

by Silas's stony expression,

in smoothly, "Don't mind my husband. He hates being in photos.

confusion. "How can we have a wedding video

searching once more for that familiar face-Marguerite's face. But she still hadn't

dressed in her flower girl outfit and clutching a basket