Lonely Bride

SEAN’S POV

Once Sarah was out, I looked back at them, who were nothing but crying their hearts out.

I was somehow feeling bad, but again, what else do you expect? Karma’s a bitch. What goes around comes around.

“Don’t touch her, you bastard. You killed my love.” Mr. Williams pushed Ivan, who was still shocked after looking at her mother’s dead body.

“I did not kill her,” Ivan stuttered, looking at her mother.

“You did. You shot my love.” Mr. William started crying, holding his wife.

And I wondered how this man did not love anyone apart from this woman his whole life. He gave so much pain to everyone for this woman and looked at her today as she left him, leaving him all alone.

“Baby, wake up. Please wake up. Don’t leave me like this, baby.” His voice was reaching my ears, but I wasn’t feeling sympathy for this man.

Not even a bit.

“I did not shoot her,” Ivan Mummer said, looking at his gun.

Mr. Williams was far away from hearing anything. He was weeping like a child.

He looked at us and again at his mother.

“It’s them. They killed her. He killed my mother. My only family.” He whispers, giving us a glare. or, to be precise, to me.

Before we do anything, he again aims a gun at me. I slide down while shielding myself from the dining table near me.

I hear some more gunshots from outside.

His shots were aimed only at me. Taking my gun, I fired at his side, though I had no aim to kill him, so I made sure to hit his leg or hand, but I was missing again and again as he had to shield himself behind the pillar.

My last shot finally hit him somewhere when I heard his shrink cry and the thud of his gun.

I looked back. Eric was nowhere to be seen, and I suddenly got worried about him. I looked down at the door. A few bodies lay flooded with blood.

Gritting my teeth, I again looked at the pile. There was no moment.

I still don’t know where the bullet has hit him, but I am sure somewhere in his hand or maybe his shoulder.

I came out from the table and walked a little to check on Ivan, who had fallen down, and blood was everywhere.

I never thought I would go through the bloodshed to save my family.

“Sean” Eric ran inside and looked from top to bottom.

I notice blood pooling on his shoulder. “You got shot?” Panic ran through me as I looked at his clean white shirt, pooling in blood.

“Don’t worry , it’s just a small cut. A bullet just crossed, piercing my skin. I am fine.” He spoke without even a single crease on his forehead.

I wonder if this man built it with iron or what.

“We both are made of iron. Nothing can kill us until we really want to die. And sadly, I don’t want to die right now.” He smirks, looking at me, and I smirk back, hearing him.

I wonder how he never fails to read my thoughts.

“Yeah, sadly, I still have to suffer with you.” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re bad.” He shrugs his shoulders, smirking.

I look back and notice so many cops.

“Did you call them?” I asked, looking at them.

“They are here to save your wife. Your wife has her own connection, and it’s a strong one, dude.” He spoke, frowning.

“Not only one, but an entire battalion is here to save her. Or do you think we would have handled Ivan’s man all alone? Half of the men were hiding inside the main house. The moment the first gunshot happened, they came out like a storm, but thankfully, at the same time, cops showed up.” He spoke, and I was wondering whom she had called to get this help.

“Does she know the president or what?” He jokes, and I smile.

This woman is still a mystery to me, and I would love to unravel the mysteries.

I walked back to Mr . William, who was unaware of his surroundings. Tears were flowing from his eyes while he held the love of his life.

“It’s karma. It’s all your Karma.” I spoke, looking at him.

“Look what your greediness has made you.” I spoke, looking at Ivan and then again at him.

“Do you even know, Mr . William, what Sarah must have felt when her mother left her at such a young age and her father blamed her all her life as a murderer without her fault? Do you even know how it feels when you have no one to lie on?” I asked while still standing at the place.

“It exactly feels like the way you are feeling right now,” I said venomously.

“LONELY”

“She felt exactly the way you are feeling right now: LONELY.” I smirk.

“When you don’t have anyone, you call yours. When you don’t have anyone to share your happiness and your sorrow with,” My lips twisted. I looked at his expression while he looked at me.

Finally, I saw it in his eyes. ‘Guilt’

But sadly, it’s too late to feel guilty.

He is a sinner, and finally, he got his punishment.

I snorted at him and again looked at Ivan. His shoulder was hurt, but I know he is alive.

I looked at Camilla, who was shivering behind the couch, praying to God for her life.

I wanted to laugh looking at her, but I refrained and walked back to see outside, where cops were already talking to Nora and a few were taking care of dead bodies.

The beautiful island my father made for my mother is shaded with blood.

The beautiful white sand has turned red, and I feel so bad about this.

“I guess you have to buy a brand new island for your mom. Because after knowing what happened here, I don’t think Aunt wants to visit here.” Eric spoke, standing next to me.

“True that,” I replied.

Keeping my gun back in my jacket, I drop my hands in my pocket and look ahead.

I close my eyes while feeling a little relaxed.

Finally, this is over.

Now I just want to go back to my family.

“Ask for medical help for them.” I looked at Eric and spoke, looking at my back, so he knew who I was talking about.

We both just look back to see Mr. William and notice Ivan again aiming a gun at us. Before I reacted, Eric pushed me down, but pain shot into my veins and sudden darkness fogged in front of my eyes.

Two shots reached my eardrums.

“Son of a bitch.” I heard a curse, and one more shot was the last I heard.

The darkness was fogging my vision, and the pain was numbing me. Opening my eyes, I look around, but my vision is too blurry.

“Sean, look at me, buddy.” Eric was saying this, but my eyes were unable to locate him.

“Buddy, hang on. Look at me.” I felt him tapping my cheeks.

Finally, I found him, and my blurry vision locked into his eyes. His teary eyes showed fear.

Fear of losing me.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

So, I guess that is it.

This is the end!

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