Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1270

The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.

Every single person stood there, frozen in shock.

Even Samuel hadn’t seen it coming.

Samuel had long known that Phenix had a death wish.

She had contacted him to orchestrate this whole scene, aiming to ensure Kearney’s demise was anything but peaceful.

But the final bullet—no one expected her to turn it on herself.

And the girl, she plunged into the depths of the ocean with her.

Elton was handcuffed to the railing, helplessly watching as Agnes disappeared beneath the waves.

All he could do was scream.

On the other side, Kearney seemed paralyzed, unable to process what had just happened.

Phenix’s last words had shattered his world, casting him into a personal hell.

Death didn’t scare him; in fact, it might have been a relief.

Phenix’s elaborate plan to ruin him didn’t scare him either.

Deep down, he had sensed something was off.

During their time together, if he’d been a bit more alert, he might have noticed.

But he hadn’t, or maybe he just didn’t want to see it.

Yet her final words drove him to madness.

How could this happen? Why did it happen?

He wished for death to come swiftly.

Anything would be better than this excruciating, soul-crushing pain.

Kearney crawled across the deck, desperate to reach the spot where Phenix had fallen.

Perhaps he wanted to join her in the ocean, seeking an end to his endless agony.

Or maybe he just wanted one last glimpse of her.

But he was out of strength.

A gun lay on the deck, dropped during Elton’s scuffle with a soldier.

Kearney suddenly screamed Phenix’s name, then grabbed the gun and pressed it to his temple, pulling the trigger.

Kearney’s life was to be eternal suffering.

But now, Kearney was dead too.

Perhaps it was for the best; even a hardened man like Samuel found the whole ordeal chillingly ruthless.

To destroy someone’s heart before their body.

There’s no fury like a woman scorned.

The surprising part was Ms. Pritchard, who was rumored to be Reggie’s most adored Miss Septima.

So young, and yet her life was swept away by all this.

Samuel sighed deeply, a touch of regret in his breath.

A mercenary approached him. “Boss, what’s our next move?”

Samuel replied, “We did what we were hired to do. Sean’s death is avenged, the money’s in our hands. Let’s call it a day and get out of here.”

They were ready.

Pushing a few small boats off the deck, they prepared to make their escape.

Only Elton remained, still shouting, “Save her, someone save her! Let me go, let me go!”