You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The lapel of the suit exposed inside the coat showed that it was the same piece of clothing.

The pin was also pinned in the same position and had not been moved. Even so, he must thank Joyce.

She shot blindly, and hit the bullseye. Sure enough, she was a natural marksman.

In fact, when Joyce pointed her pistol at his heart.

He had a vague premonition.

He didn't have any worry, didn't move at all, trusted her completely. Besides, even if Joyce really wanted him dead, he would be willing to do so.

When the bullet entered, the impact was so powerful that he fell to the ground and had a brief dizzy fainting spell. But soon he regained consciousness. He was unharmed except for the impact on his chest, which was a little stuffy.

At the moment.

not speak, could not move any of her limbs, and was kneeling on the ground in an embarrassing position, blood gushing out

her stormy

ear, in a voice that

one or the other? I'm sorry, I want them all." Charlotte finally despair,

lost, she

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saw Joyce resenting Luther's miserable demeanor, and

she's the one who got

you are a lucrative and deceitful. You killed Cecelia, you killed Rodney, you killed Ms. Armstrong, you have blood on your hands, and you deserve to die. You deserve

nature, and you will have to accept the scorn of all. For the rest of your life, you will be an invalid, unable to take care of yourself, suffering from illness and pain, worse than death, to pay for the grave sins you have committed! I want you to see with your own eyes, I revived the Heath family, back to the top. I will,

those words, with a

watched her from the sidelines, he had