Chapter 10 — Beautiful Ruin
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The rain came down like judgment.
Cold. Relentless. Cleansing nothing.
Emilia stood outside the warehouse, her hands trembling as she stared at the blood staining her palms. She hadn’t meant for it to happen. She hadn’t meant for any of it to happen.
But now it was done.
And he was gone.
Inside, the scene played out in flashes burned into her memory—his body between her and the gun, his voice shouting her name, the sound of everything breaking all at once.
He saved her.
And it cost him everything.
Her knees buckled, but she didn’t fall. Not yet. Not while the echo of his last words still haunted her.
"You were never a mistake."
Those words had shattered her more than the bullet.
She had run from the darkness her whole life—only to fall in love with the man who lived in it. A man who saw the worst in her and didn’t flinch. Who kissed her like she was fire and hell and worth it.
And now he was gone.
The authorities would come. They’d find the bodies. The mess. The truth—maybe.
But not their truth.
Not the nights she woke up in his arms, gasping his name. Not the way he looked at her like she was both his salvation and his ruin.
She pressed trembling fingers to her lips, still tasting him. Still hoping, foolishly, that this wasn’t the end.
But it was.
Because love didn’t save them.
It destroyed them.
She walked away from the warehouse as the sirens began to rise in the distance. She didn’t run.
She didn’t cry.
She walked—head high, heart in pieces—because that’s what he would have wanted.
No redemption.
No fairytales.
Just this:
A love story written in blood.
A bond sealed in sin.
And a woman who would never forget the man who burned her world to the ground—just to keep
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