The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1519

A gunshot tore through the silence, sharp and deafening. Everything in the crumbling old house exploded into chaos.

Anthony pulled Charlotte close, his left arm wrapped tightly around her waist. In his right hand, the gun was still smoking. If you followed where it pointed...

Adela’s right hand had been shot, the gun slipping from her grasp and hitting the floor with a thud. Blood started dripping from her fingertips, bright red streaks spattering across the dirty ground. The sight was enough to make anyone’s stomach twist.

“Kenneth!” Anthony’s voice was low and urgent as the gun clattered down. “Get her out!”

Kenneth didn’t hesitate. He pushed forward, breaking through the panic, and pulled Emily away from Adela’s grasp at last.

“Kenneth…” Emily’s voice was barely a whisper. Her whole body ached, every last bit of strength drained. She collapsed against Kenneth’s chest, breathing in the familiar clean smell of him. Her eyes were red and glassy, but she managed to breathe his name, soft and trembling. In that moment, she came back to life.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” Kenneth’s arms closed around her, his hands still shaking so hard he could barely hold on. His voice was broken with relief and fear, almost lost. “I’m taking you out of here… You’re safe now.”

“Emily!” Adela screamed, wild and furious now that her hostage had slipped away. She lunged, clawing at the gun on the floor with everything she had left. There was nothing but raw desperation in her face.

She barely touched the weapon before another shot rang out. This time, her left hand jerked back, blood welling up instantly. The gun slipped away again. Before she could even react, Anthony’s expression twisted into something cold and dark. He fired twice more, both bullets hitting Adela’s legs.

She screamed, her whole body jerking before she crashed to the ground. She lay there, limbs useless and paralyzed, screaming in pain for what felt like forever.

“A disinfectant wipe.” Anthony’s voice had gone flat with indifference. He tossed his gun to Hans, not even sparing another look for Adela. “Call the police.”

“Yes, sir.” Hans handed over a wipe, glancing down at Adela as she whimpered and bled all over the filthy floor. “They’re already on their way.”

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