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.

could not move any of her limbs, and was kneeling on the ground

her stormy eyes staring straight

ear, in a voice that only Charlotte could

the other? I'm sorry, I want them all." Charlotte finally despair, the last bit of light in her eyes

she

had teamed up to deceive her. Yes, Joyce was the top marksman and she

had a

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saw Joyce resenting Luther's miserable

the one who

up, straightened up little by little, and stood tall. "Charlotte, you are a lucrative and deceitful. You killed Cecelia, you killed Rodney, you killed

to die for you. Let you live, accept the law, let the world know your true 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

those words, with a firm

sidelines, he had never seen her