Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 757

So, he played his hand, making Frederick marry her, hoping to tie the man down completely with a woman's charm.

But as he eavesdropped from the shadows, listening to their exchanges through a surveillance app, witnessing Frederick's concessions to Marguerite time and again, he knew his scheme was nearing success.

Yet, why did he find himself seething with jealousy and losing control?

For the first time, he felt a possessive desire for Marguerite. So much so, he lied, claiming he had slept with her and that she was carrying his child.

But the harsh truth was, she had never been his.

His obsession with possessing Marguerite nearly became an all-consuming fixation.

Did he ever love Marguerite?

Was what he felt for Marguerite truly love?

Maurice couldn't say.

After a long silence, Frederick offered a mocking smile: “Your hesitation tells me everything. You never loved her.”

As the cigarette burned down to the filter, Frederick flicked it away, looking squarely at Maurice, “The deal's been signed. I expect you to keep your word and let me take Teresa back home.”

With those final words, Frederick turned to leave.

The bodyguards emerged from the shadows, the sound of their guns cocking sharp and clear.

“Frederick!” Maurice called out.

The man turned, only to see Maurice drawing a pistol, “Did you ever love Marguerite?”

The answer required no thought.

Just as Frederick was about to respond, Maurice cut him off decisively:

“Think carefully before you answer. If you say you don't love her, I'll let you leave.”

Frederick stood his ground, showing not even a trace of fear.

“Maurice, you're deluding yourself even in my presence? If I say I don’t love her, would you believe me?”

Maurice raised his pistol, its barrel a menacing beast aimed straight at Frederick's chest.

He said, “Just say it, and I’ll believe you. And you'll leave here unharmed.”

“Of course! Love is love, and absence of it is just that. I love her, no question about it.”

“Frederick!”

Maurice roared, the pistol's muzzle pressing directly against his forehead: “Have the guts, say it again!”

The sound of the bullet chambering was barely audible, yet Frederick merely glanced at him calmly.

His gaze drifted to the distant moon, suddenly thinking of Marguerite.

She must have reached her vacation spot by now.

Was she also gazing at the same bright moon?

A gentle smile played on his lips, a purity and sincerity of happiness unmatched.

“I love her, more than my own life.”

With those final words, Frederick closed his eyes, ready to meet his fate, whispering in his heart—

Pull the trigger! Let my life countdown begin, whether it's three seconds or two, I'll love you, till my life reaches its end.