Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 66

Chapter 9

On the way there, it started to rain.

His car screeched to a halt outside the ornate iron gates.

Declan jumped out and ran straight into the downpour, reaching the gate in seconds.

Rain instantly soaked him through, his expensive suit clinging to his body as he looked completely pathetic.

He pounded the cold metal bars with both fists: “Grace! Mr. Whitmore! Mrs. Whitmore! Open up! Please give Montgomery a lifeline!”

But only the sound of rain hitting leaves answered him.

Time crawled by in the freezing downpour.

One hour, two hours… the sky shifted from gray to pitch black.

Downstairs, Declan knelt in the storm like a drowning stone statue, screaming my name.

“Grace! Open the door! I know I fucked up! Please… give Montgomery a chance! Grace! Please just see me!”

I set down my coffee, feeling absolutely nothing.

Finally, I grabbed an umbrella and walked alone toward those locked gates.

When Butler tried to follow, I waved him off.

Some things needed to be ended by me personally.

Click.

The heavy iron gate slowly opened.

Through the rain, Declan’s head shot up, his face exploding with desperate joy: “Grace! You’ll see me!”

He struggled to stand but stumbled pathetically.

Like he was showing off a prize, he quickly held up that soaked wooden box, the rain-darkened carvings visible inside: “Look! I brought them all! Grace, for the sake of these years, for the sake of these little things… give me one more chance! I…”

“Declan.” My voice was ice-cold. “Put away the cheap theatrics.”

His joy froze instantly.

“Your pathetic regret is worth less than dirt.” I stared at him with complete indifference-no hate, just absolute emptiness. “Take your shit and get out of my sight. The Whitmore family is DONE with you.”

“NO! Grace! You can’t be this heartless!” He was still struggling. “I really know I screwed up! I love you! Only YOU! That was all just…..”

“Love?” I cut him off with the faintest, coldest smile.

“Your love means carving little toys to butter me up while filming sex videos with her for your spank bank?*

Chapter 9

“Your love means getting her pregnant and letting her ambush my wedding?”

I paused, each word crystal clear: “Declan, your love makes me sick.”

Declan looked like his soul had been ripped out, his face completely lifeless.

Even his eyes went dead gray.

His massive frame swayed, looking utterly broken.

Suddenly, a shriek pierced the rainy night: “GRACE WHITMORE!”

Scarlett!

She jumped out of a taxi like a deranged ghost, charging at me with pure malice.

“You destroyed me! You won’t let me live! Then we’ll DIE TOGETHER!”

She yanked a gleaming knife from her purse.

The blade reflected cold light in the rain as she aimed it straight at my heart with suicidal determination!

Too fast!

Butler’s shout was lost in the rain.

Just as that blade was about to pierce me, a figure threw himself sideways with everything he had, slamming Scarlett away!

THUNK-!

The sickening sound of steel entering flesh was crystal clear.

It was Declan!

And that knife was buried deep in his side.

Time seemed frozen.

Declan’s body went rigid as he stared down at the handle protruding from his body, then slowly looked up.

Agony twisted his features, but he gripped Scarlett’s wrist to stop her from pulling the knife out.

His eyes found mine with difficulty, filled with acceptance and guilt.

Declan used his last bit of strength: “I’m… sorry… Grace… I really… know I was wrong…”

“This is what I… owed you…”

Before he finished speaking, his massive frame collapsed.

He hit the cold pavement hard, blood spreading rapidly beneath him.

“AHHHHH!!!”

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