Chapter 365
Chapter 365:
Rose’s face contorted with rage. She raised her hand to strike Camille just as Stefan reached them.
“Let her go!” Stefan shouted as he grabbed Rose’s arm.
Rose whirled, shock flashing across her face before hardening into hate. “You!” She kicked at him, connecting with his stomach. “You chose her too!”
Stefan stumbled backward but kept his grip on her arm. “Rose, stop. There’s nowhere to go.”
Behind them, the gunfire slowed, then stopped. Alexander’s team had subdued Rose’s men. Only the storm’s rage filled the sudden silence.
Rose glanced around wildly, seeing her escape route vanishing before her eyes. She reached into her pocket with her free hand and pulled out a small pistol.
“Get back,” she snarled, pointing it at Stefan, then swinging it toward Camille. “I’ll kill her! I swear I will!”
“Rose…” Stefan began.
“Shut up!” Rose interrupted, her voice rising. “I should have killed her properly the first time. I should have watched my men kill her myself.”
Alexander appeared at the edge of the dock, weapon raised. “Put it down, Rose. It’s finished.”
Rose laughed, the sound brittle and broken. “It’s not finished until I say it is.” She pressed the gun harder against Camille’s temple. “Drop your weapons, or I’ll paint this dock with her brains.”
For a moment, no one moved. Rain poured down, soaking them all. In the distance, the main cabin blazed despite the downpour, flames reaching high into the stormy sky.
Alexander slowly lowered his weapon.
“Smart man,” Rose smirked. “Now back up. All of you.”
Alexander took one step backward, never taking his eyes off Rose. His face showed nothing, but Stefan recognized the tension in his body—a predator preparing to strike.
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“You too, Stefan,” Rose ordered. “Move away from us.”
Stefan stood his ground. “Let Camille go first.”
“Why?” Rose demanded. “So you can have her back? So you can play happy families again?” She shook her head. “I deserved everything she had. Everything.”
“I never took anything from you, Rose,” Camille said quietly. “You always had a place. A home. A family that loved you more than me.”
“Loved me?” Rose spat. “They needed me to be perfect! To be everything you couldn’t be!” Her grip on the gun trembled slightly. “Why can’t you be more like Rose, Camille? Rose gets better friends. Rose is more social. Rose doesn’t embarrass us.”
Stefan saw Alexander inching to the side, using the distraction to get a better angle.
“I understand, Rose,” Stefan said, keeping her attention. “I know what it’s like to want someone else’s life.”
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