Rebirth of Billionaire's Wife (Eveline)

Chapter 402

Chapter 402 402: End

"Eveline—no, no, no—stay with me!"

Gabriel's voice cracked as he cradled her in his arms, pressing hard against the gunshot wound. Warm blood pooled beneath his hands, soaking through her shirt and onto the floor. Her breaths were shallow, each one a struggle pulled from the depths of a failing body.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," he growled, voice shaking.

Around them, chaos unfolded in blurs—Kaden cuffing Jedrick, shouting into his comms for emergency extraction, and sirens growing louder as backup closed in. But all Gabriel could see was Eveline. Her face pale, her lips parted, blood-streaked fingers twitching weakly.

"Gabriel," she whispered, barely audible.

He leaned closer, his heart splintering at the sound of her voice.

"I'm right here, Eve. You're going to be fine. Just breathe. Just stay awake."

Her eyes fluttered open, glossy and dazed. "You're crying…"

Gabriel let out a strangled laugh that sounded more like a sob. "Of course I'm crying, you stubborn woman. You walked straight into the lion's den and still thought you'd walk out without a scratch."

She smiled faintly, but her breath hitched, and her body went limp for half a second that made him panic.

"No, Eveline!" He gently shook her. "Don't. Don't fade. Help's almost here. You've made it this far—you don't get to give up now!"

But Eveline was slipping. He could feel it. Her pulse beneath his fingers was thready. Fading.

And all at once, the terrifying weight of his fear hit him in full force.

He was going to lose her.

The woman who had defied every enemy, who had outwitted Jedrick himself, who had walked into darkness and pulled them all toward light—she was dying in his arms.

he couldn't do a damn

handle you being in danger. That you didn't need saving. But

stirred weakly. "I wasn't… yours

choked out. "Even if you didn't ask me

to speak, but

her eyes

heart stopped.

burst into the room then, breaking through the haze of dread with shouts and orders. They pulled him back, and he fought it, screaming at them not to touch her too roughly, not to let her go under—but Kaden held him, arms wrapped around his

firmly, but even

to

his hands stained red with her blood, his

death—but none of it had ever scared

Not like losing her.

***

a statue carved from grief. His bloodstained hands hung at his sides, trembling

collapsed in his arms. The weight of her. The warmth of her

It was too familiar.

image overlapped with the memories that had haunted him for years—the recurring dreams that left him breathless in the dead of night. Visions

then, she

Twenty stories. Straight down.

hadn't reached her in

from his own, as he watched her slip through his fingers and into

that increased unbearably to the point that he followed her

here he was again—helpless, watching fate try to steal her from him

point of second chances if the ending never

this some kind of punishment

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