Can’t Win Me Back

Carl's eyes blazed with feral intensity.

A monstrous grin twisted his face as he laughed and cried simultaneously, lost in a manic frenzy.

"Very well then...

Let's die together," he declared.

"All you've done is because you want to be with Axel as an unlawful couple." Carl chuckled.

"But don't you ever dare dream of having your wish come true!" Carl held Amber in a chokehold as he retreated toward the edge of the roof step by step.

At last, he planted a cold and moist kiss on Amber's cheek, accompanied by a drop of bitter tear.

"Amber, if we can't be together when we're alive, let's be husband and wife when we get to the afterlife." In the next second, Amber's heart dropped as she fell backward weightlessly.

"Amber!" Axel cried out.

At lightning speed, he charged toward Amber.

Simultaneously, a whoosh sounded from the church rooftop.

A sharp crack followed a piercing sound that tore through the air from over 300 feet away.

As Amber was dragged toward the roof's edge with the vicious Carl, she heard a sharp crack above her head, like an egg against a rock.

Terror-stricken, she gasped for breath.

Then, the air seemed to freeze.

Axel saw a gunshot wound blossoming on Carl's forehead.

fixedly at Axel,

were in extreme pain, he

eyes in fear as

what awaited her was a deep and

Carl fell off the building, Axel grabbed Amber's

Axel pulled her into his

curved, shielding her completely

to hold her deep within

"Amber, you're alright now.

okay," Axel comforted

uncontrollably, his tears, pounding heart, and labored breaths betraying

grip on

white wedding

her energy to hug him back, but her arms felt as heavy as

lift them

"Oh, dear Lord...

let out

been

swear that this is the most terrifying crime scene that I've handled within these

happens every other day, all that fear is going to leave me

imagine the outcome if he hadn't assisted us in secret.''

remarked, "None of the men in the Taylor family

with a white cloth and moved him to the police station for further examination and processes that

lying in wait on the church rooftop,

his

in his eyes, he left

composed,