Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2181

Carl's eyes blazed with feral intensity. A monstrous grin twisted his face as he laughed and cried simultaneously, lost in a manic frenzy. "Very well then.... Let's die together," he declared.

'All you've done is because you want to be with Axel as an unlawful couple." Carl chuckled. "But don't you ever dare dream of having your wish come true!"

Carl held Amber in a chokehold as he retreated toward the edge of the roof step by step.

At last, he planted a cold and moist kiss on Amber's cheek, accompanied by a drop of bitter tear. "Amber, if we can't be together when we're alive, let's be husband and wife when we get to the afterlife."

In the next second, Amber's heart dropped as she fell backward weightlessly.

"Amber!" Axel cried out. At lightning speed, he charged toward Amber.

Simultaneously, a whoosh sounded from the church rooftop. A sharp crack followed a piercing sound that tore through the air from over 300 feet away.

As Amber was dragged toward the roof's edge with the vicious Carl, she heard a sharp crack above her head, like an egg against a rock. Terror-stricken, she gasped for breath.

Then, the air seemed to freeze. Axel saw a gunshot wound blossoming on Carl's forehead. Carl glared fixedly at Axel, mouth wide open. Looking as if he were in extreme pain, he leaned backward.

shut her eyes in fear as she waited

awaited her was a deep

Carl fell off the building, Axel grabbed Amber's arm in

broad back curved, shielding her completely beneath his heaving chest. He longed to hold

you're alright now. You're okay," Axel comforted her in a

tears, pounding heart, and labored breaths betraying his turmoil. Only his grip

energy to hug him back, but

Lord...

that I've

in secret." Jonah peered at the church opposite them. With relief in his

who had fallen off the

moved him to the police

church rooftop, completed his arduous task successfully. He packed his gun away. With a deep

it was through his composure

to the immense shock, Amber's body showed signs

her in his arms, holding her

were swollen red, and his breathing was deep and heavy. Like a fine sculpture, he maintained the still