The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 391

The blinding searchlights at The Southview Peninsula Hotel, the massive pool of thick crimson blood spread across the first-floor terrace.

Her custom dress dyed dark red, her twisted limbs, those eyes stripped of all focus staring blankly up at the night sky.

And her phone, lying just inches from the blood, its shattered screen still flashing his name.

Gideon clutched the cream sweater to his chest as tears poured silently from his sunken eyes, sliding down his face and soaking the cashmere.

"I'm sorry..."

Gideon croaked into the empty room, his voice hoarse and broken.

"Giselle..."

His shoulders shook violently as a grinding, agonizing pain tore through his chest. "I failed to protect you. I left you on that roof. I'm so sorry..."

He had been so arrogant, thinking he controlled everything, believing he had built the perfect sanctuary. He had hired an army of guards, bought out the entire hotel, and filled the sky with fireworks just to make her the happiest girl in the Metropolis.

And he let her fall a hundred feet to her death right under his nose.

He didn't even get to see her one last time, completely missing her final phone call.

"I promised I'd never let anyone hurt you... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

"I'm right here waiting... Please, just visit my dreams... Just say one word to me..."

He had choked down handfuls of pills just to force himself to sleep.

He prayed every single night that Giselle would visit him.

He prayed she would pout and act spoiled in his dreams like she always did, complaining about a dress or a meal she didn't like.

But four days had passed, and she hadn't appeared once.

He had scoured his dreams, wandering through every corner of the orphanage and every inch of the manor's gardens, but she was nowhere to be found.

His dreams held nothing but the howling wind on that rooftop.

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