Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed (Ariella)
Chapter 87

BOOK8 Chapter10

Seeing that Michael had spared her, Amelia's fear shifted to relief: "Michael, I knew you still loved me. You can't really kill me."

Michael's expression grew stern: "No, I want you to suffer. I want Olivia to witness your punishment."

Amelia's smile froze. She shook her head urgently: "No, you can't do this. I've been missing for days. My father will be searching for me. He's always been protective. If you kill me, there will be serious consequences." Switching tactics, Amelia invoked her father's authority.

Michael dismissed her concerns with a snort: "Do you think I'm afraid of that?"

He raised the dagger, aiming at Amelia.

Just then, Amelia's father and a group of police officers burst in.

"Drop the knife! Don't move!"

The officers aimed their guns at Michael, their faces serious.

"Dad, you're finally here!" Amelia's face lit up with relief, and tears of joy streamed down. She looked at Michael with a mix of defiance and satisfaction.

"Let my daughter go. I know the Jackson family is powerful, but if you harm her, you'll regret it."

"Put the knife down!" Amelia's father's voice was menacing.

Michael, undeterred, continued his advance, thrusting the dagger toward Amelia.

The blade pierced her flesh, accompanied by gunfire.

Blood poured from Amella's chest as Michael was hit in the shoulder.

Despite the injury, Michael remained resolute.

Under Amelia's horrified gaze, he withdrew the knife and struck again-and again.

Each thrust was deliberate.

The police continued firing as Michael attacked relentlessly.

When Amelia lay lifeless and

Michael was covered in blood, honet

finally dropped

the dagger and collapsed.

He lay on the ground, looking at me with a mix of sorrow and affection.

He tried to speak, his lips moving as if to say something.

I approached and knelt beside him.

"Olivia, I've avenged you..."

Despite his pain, Michael managed a faint smile.

I remained silent, my gaze cold.

He struggled to speak again, his voice weak: "Can you say you me?

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His voice was barely a whisper, filled with desperation.

I stared at him and replied: "I hate you."

Those words seemed to pierce Michael's heart.

His expression froze, and his

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breathing stopped. In the end,

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Bscles were filled with hollow despair.

After Michael's death, I stepped outside the villa.

I spread my arms and took a deep breath.

The cool breeze carried the scent of freedom. This was life.