NovelEnglish"You'd just love to run off with him, wouldn't you? After all, your old flis still waiting for you overseas." Rupert pulled out his phone and hit play. The voice recording echoed through the room-Bridget's voice, unmistakably hers.
"Babe, I'm flying in for Christmas. Please, you have to pickup at the airport. I can't stand another minute with Caleb, he's such an idiot!" Bridget froze, her lips trembling. "Caleb, it's not—I just—" Caleb just smiled, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It's fine. I believe you." Bridget looked like she might actually faint with relief-until Chris stormed in.
"Caleb! Are you insane? She's using you! She doesn't love you-she's only here because you're my brother! That way, she can get updates on Mr. Rupert any tshe wants!" "I know," Caleb laughed, a harsh, almost wild sound. "I know everything." Both Chris and Bridget stared at him, shocked into silence.
Caleb jabbed a finger at Chris, his voice bitter. "You've always been the golden boy, haven't you? The perfect son. I was always wrong, no matter what I did. Mom and Dad brag about you, the whole family does. Even when the professors say I'm smarter, you're still their proudest student!" "Well, why should you have it all? I wanted to drag you down into the dirt for once. To make your precious friend wear my horns, to make him lose what he cares about. Hell, I even thought about making him raise my kid. I want you to feel guilty for the rest of your life!" Chris took a shaky breath, his voice caught in his throat. He could barely get the words out as he backed away, shaking his head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCaleb's bravado faltered. "You... you're not going to save me?" Chris's voice was bitter. "You always act like nothing can touch you. Maybe it's tyou learned to face the consequences yourself." Rupert didn't wait for the to play out. He signaled to his men.
Caleb was a pro racer, and at first, he held his own. But after a few punches, he started to falter. He grabbed Bridget, hauling her onto his motorcycle, and tried to peel out with a screech of tires.
Rupert raised his hand, aimed, and with a muffled pop, a small puff of smoke cfrom his silencer.
The bike skidded, the metallic screech echoing.
Rupert strode over, pinning Caleb's wounded arm to the ground with his boot, the barrel of his gun pressed to Caleb's forehead.
"I let you say your piece to your brother. Now-last chance. You got anything else to say?" Caleb coughed up blood, gritting his teeth. "Nothing left. Go ahead, killif you've got the guts." Without hesitation, Rupert shifted his aim and shot Bridget in the foot.
She dropped, screaming.
"One." Rupert's voice was cold.
"Two." A bullet ed Bridget's cheek, splitting the skin open. She was in too much pain to even screa t belongs to S"Three..." Rupert aimed at Bridget's head.
"The private airport!" Caleb shouted, desperate. "The boss toldto take her there!" Stell him?! Why? You idiot! "Why'd What shrieked, blood streaming down her t gives you the right?" Bridgere face as she lunged at Caleh Caleb caught her hand, looking her in the eyes. "Do you love me?" Bridget scoffed, a bitter laugh. "Love you? Love what? You're a nobody-"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore she could finish, Caleb yanked her with him and they tumbled over ve the balcony together. "Caleb!" Chris yelled, racing down the stairs.
Rupert didn't spare them a glance. He tossed his gun to a bodyguard M e "Clean it up." Orson hurried after him. "The Garcia over
family jet is parked in Norway. One of their properties was turned to am management.company last week-handed over the keys." "Mr. Rupert, you need to see this." He pulled up a photo of the house.
A red house.
And today was Christmas.
That number Sylvia kept mumbling in her sleep-12252050. The red house.
Rupert glanced at his watch, his face set and grim.
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