NovelEnglishChapter 423 Briony's pupils shrank in shock.
She'd done it.
She'd finally driven the blade of her hatred straight into Stewart's body with her own hands.
Warm, sticky liquid seeped across her palm.
She knew it was Stewart's blood.
But Stewart didn't move-not even a flicker of resistance.
Was he dead? Was Stewart... dead? Had she killed someone? Tears slipped down her cheek.
Briony's breath cin ragged gasps, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Bryn..." Stewart slowly lifted his head to look at her.
His face had gone deathly pale, sweat beading across his brow.
Briony's eyes widened again, as if snapping out of a trance. Her hand jerked away from the knife's hilt, and with a strangled cry, she shoved Stewart aside- He grunted in pain, collapsing onto his side.
Briony scrambled upright, frantically crawling backwards. When she hit the edge of the bed, she tumbled off and crashed onto the floor. Ignoring the pain, she staggered to her feet and bolted for the door.
"Bryn..." She wrenched the door open.
Behind her, Stewart, still half-delirious and with the knife embedded in his side, forced himself upright. He staggered after her, voice hoarse and pleading. "Bryn, don't be scared. I won't force you anymore..." But Briony couldn't hear him. Without a backward glance, she ran.
Despite the knife buried in his body, Stewart, terrified she might hurt herself, gritted his teeth and stumbled after her.
Night pressed close around the ship as it crept along the endless expanse of sea.
Briony, barefoot, fled all the way to the edge of the deck.
Her wedding dress was streaked with Stewart's blood-old stains and new, mingling together.
She gripped the railing with both hands, spinning to face Stewart as he caught up. Her scream tore through the howling wind. "Don't cany closer!" Stewart stopped immediately.
Briony stood at the very edge of the deck, nothing behind her but the pitch-black, endless ocean.
The wind shrieked around them.
Out at sea, the weather shifted in an instant-lightning forked through the sky, thunder rumbled. The storm was about to break.
The gale whipped Briony's hair into wild tangles, and the heavy wedding dress only made her look more fragile, almost swallowed by the storm.
From a distance, Stewart watched, heart clenching with panic, convinced the wind could sweep her into the waves at any moment.
"Bryn, I swear, I'm not going to force you anymore..." he called, inching slowly toward her, one hand outstretched.
"Please, don't stand there. Chere. We'll go back to Northborough right now..." "Stewart, I'll never believe you again!" Briony clung to the rail as the wind battered her, nearly knocking her off her feet.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe waves below grew rougher; lightning split the sky again and again. To stay out on the deck in a storm like this was madness.
But what was there for her if she turned back? Stewart was a monster. That room was a prison he'd built just for her.
She couldn't go back.
If she did, he'd lock her away again.
He'd always done whatever it took to get what he wanted-no rules, no limits.
Thunder crashed, splitting the sky as the storm broke.
Stewart's desperation reached its breaking point.
"Bryn, I swear, I mean it this time. It's too dangerous-you need to get back inside the cabin..."
"Tell the captain to turn the ship around right now!" Briony's voice was raw, frantic "Stewart, if you don'twant to watchjump, you'll do exactly as I say!" fo
"Okay!" Stewart shouted back, frantic. "tell him to turn around right now but Bryn, please, just cback inside-the storm's about to hit, you can't stay out here-" "You terrifymore than any storm ever could!" Stewart's tall frswayed, unsteady. "I-I really won't force you again. If you don't believe me, you can cover here and staba few more times..." fo
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