The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Two gunshots roared in quick succession - Nathaniel made his move.

He grew up in Chinatown. He was the one who evolved from a street thug to a business tycoon. He never thought that the shooting skills he honed for survival would one day be used to kill a woman, especially one who once took a bullet for him. As the shots echoed, Abigail collapsed into a pool of blood.

The first shot pierced her arm.

The second shot hit her heart.

Abigail was naïve enough to think she could take on a group of seasoned criminals by herself. She underestimated the situation.

Nathaniel slowly walked towards Freya. Just as he was about to reach her, his ankle was gripped tightly by the fallen Abigail.

He had to stop and look at her. Spitting blood, Abigail could only make gurgling noises from her throat. He raised her head, using the very last bit of her life to beg for a last glance from Nathaniel, even if it was just for a moment.

She stopped breathing. In the end, all she could see from Nathaniel's eyes was deep disgust, and even fear.

Nathaniel untied Freya from the edge of the cliff and pulled her into his arms. Freya trembled slightly.

It wasn't entirely an act. She had been hanging in the air for a long time and was shivering from the cold. "It's over, everything is over now." Nathaniel whispered as he gently patted her back, comforting her like a child.

Abigail lying dead on the

at

didn't you? I did you

all over

Nathaniel, his men, and Abigail's body down

Nathaniel's actions were considered

it

would judge it

the ball, and

it had to be done. This meant that the wedding planned for

victim, Freya was sent back to the

police station. Koen quickly found a top-notch

that Freya was a fugitive from Saeville and was

was released. Exhausted,

Nathaniel asked Koen, who was waiting at

injuries on her arms and legs, but nothing