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!"

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

for me? That's...

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

hand reached for her cheek. This time, Marguerite didn't pull away. His voice was barely audible: "You should go now... If you don't, the ceremony will start without

were slurred, Marguerite heard every

but Maurice's

so easily again..." "Shut up! Just save your strength!" she snapped, her

clothes were smeared with Maurice's blood as she fumbled

at St. Mark's

seated. In

surrounded by her bridesmaids

and chatter

occasionally reaching

Silas, but he scowled

groom, give us something to work

by Silas's stony

husband. He hates being in photos. Just

his head in confusion. "How can we have a wedding video without the groom? What kind of

Silas glanced out toward the guests, searching once more for that familiar face-Marguerite's face. But

in her flower girl outfit and clutching a basket overflowing with