A MARRIAGE OF HATE: Chapter 11 – The End
Chapter 23
Julianna?
He’s looking for me, I chose to believe.
Killian was going to come. He would find me.
“It wasn’t easy to get you this time, with your foolish husband protecting you like a fierce beast. If it wasn’t for Simon, I probably wouldn’t have succeeded.”
In his deranged state, Bishop Romano revealed his plan. Of how he knew of my sister’s affair. And how he fooled a heartbroken Simon to join his side. Turning him against me.
My father was poisonous.
“I was going to wait until you gave birth to that bastard’s child before killing you. I needed the heir to keep myself connected with the Spencer family, but Killian–”
He shook his head. “The investigator he had following this case was getting too close to my truth and I couldn’t afford for that to happen. So, I had to choose. The heir I needed or the empire I built with my bare hands?”
He grinned an evil grin. “The decision was easy for me.”
Bishop then went ahead, ranting about how he couldn’t let Killian know the reality of the Romano’s business. The one thing he kept carefully hidden for the last two and a half decades.
The reality of how corrupt he was.
Loan sharking. Money laundering. Weapon and human trafficking. And drugs.
Everything illegal and wrong.
I knew that my father was corrupt and he probably did some shady things under the table, but I thought that was just how high society worked.
Corruption bleeds through their veins.
I just never imagined that my father was that bad. Bishop Romano was more than just crooked and shady. He was immoral and his wealth came from filth.
He wasn’t worried about revealing the truth to me. Because it was simple…
I wasn’t getting out of here alive.
And his truth would be buried with me while he continued his illegal business deals.
“How do you want to die, Julianna?” Bishop said, his voice laced with cruelty. It was like staring into the eyes of a rabid animal, his hatred for me written all over his face and I was trapped. He shook with pure malevolence and my flesh crawled.
“Slow and painful? Or quick but still painful?”
“Killian will find out, one way or another.”
My father – no – Bishop cocked his head to the side, giving me an evil grin.
“He won’t because I have been careful to cover all my tracks. Simon is your murderer, Julianna. He killed you and then… he committed suicide.”
He paused; his brows furrowed – a fake mask falling over his face. His expression turned soft as he feigned innocence.
“That’s the story. That’s the truth the world will see. The enraged lover of your dead sister, taking his vengeance on you and then ending his own life. A murder-suicide. And I will grieve, the father who lost both of his beloved daughters.”
Fire, hot and burning like lava, slithered through my veins. I was scared shitless, but I was beyond furious.
“I’ve never met someone as cruel as you,” I hissed.
Bishop backhanded me and my head snapped to the side before he gripped my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin. I winced, my face throbbing.
“That’s because you’ve never seen the real world, Julianna. You were living under the roof of a made man and called him father. Such naïve. So innocent. Such a foolish girl.”
“You’re sick,” I spat.
He dug his fingers deeper into my flesh and I finally cried out. Bishop released me before taking a step back.
“Since you didn’t choose an option, I’ll make the choice for you. Slow but painful.”
“My father,” I told Killian. At his shocked expression, I nodded.
But I never got a chance to tell him all of it – Bishop’s truth – because the next thing I knew, a loud gunshot rang through the house.
I flinched, my brain stuttering, and Killian jumped to his feet. My pulse beat with anxiety, frantic and terrified.
He swore under his breath, grasping my hand in his and holding his gun in the other one.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered.
Killian dragged me out of the room, shielding my body with his own. There were two more gunshots, except this time… it came from outside of the house.
I swallowed the bile gathering in my mouth and I fought the nausea creeping into my throat.
Bishop wasn’t going to let us out of here alive. He had the house
surrounded by his men.
We came to a stop in the hallway as a bald man, looking absolutely deranged, rushed toward us, gun in one hand.
Killian released me, only to push me back. He then stepped in front of me, his gun pointed forward and my stomach dropped in fear. He fired a single shot and the man crumpled to the ground..
Tears slid down my cheeks as I choked out a gasp in relief. Killian spun around, reaching out for me again, but he stopped, eyes flaring.
The sound of a gun cocking filled my ears and then I felt the barrel of it pressing into the back of my head.
My eyes widened and heart stammered. Numbness washed over me and my bl ood roared between my ears.
“Put your gun down, Spencer,” Simon ordered harshly, his voice thick with threat.
“Or I blow her brains out and you watch them splatter all over the walls.”
My head ran wild, my stomach tightening with a cramp. Panic clawed at my throat, but I forced myself to swallow it down.
“Give up, Killian. The house is surrounded and your men are outnumbered,” Simon hissed.
“Put the gun down. I won’t ask again.”
“Okay,” Killian conceded calmly. He bent down, placing his gun on the ground before he straightened again, hands up in surrender.
“I did what you asked. Let her go and we can talk about this.”
“Don’t do this, Simon,” I begged shakily.
“My father has filled your mind with poison. I know you’re not this person. Gracelynn wouldn’t want this. I didn’t cause the accident that night, please believe me. Just listen to me. Please.”
He pressed the barrel of the gun harder into my skull and I winced.
“I would suggest you shut up, Julianna,” he snarled. “You. Killed. Her.”
I tried to shake my head but the gun stopped me.
“No,” I choked, pleading. “I didn’t. Please.”
But Simon wasn’t ready to listen. He had allowed himself to build such hatred for me in his heart, that he wasn’t ready to see the truth.
I didn’t blame him; it was all my father’s doing. He took advantage of Simon’s broken heart and used it against us.
My eyes met Killian’s, a silent understanding between us.
He lunged forward and I ducked.
Killian slammed into Simon, both of them falling to the ground. I watched as the two men tackled each other. Simon was a trained fighter and he had an upper hand, but Killian was consumed with rage and his need to protect me.
I stood frozen in fear and panic, watching them roll on the ground – both of them fighting to have an upper hand.
Fists colliding against flesh and their heavy grunts filled my ears.
Simon reared his head back before slamming his forehead into Killian’s nose.
They both stumbled away from each other, staggering to their feet.
My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest and my hand slid over my belly. I cupped my stomach, protectively.
It was almost like they shared one brain, both of them diving for their respective guns at the same time.
My eyes widened in horror.
Time slowed then.
And it happened in almost slow motion.
Killian was too late.
I watched in absolute terror as Simon pointed the gun at my husband. I broke into a cold sweat and my flesh crawled with fear.
No. Please… no.
My mind went blank and my feet moved before I could think. My reaction was pure instinct.
It happened so fast.
A gunshot sounded as I stumbled in front of Killian.
My eyes met Simon’s mad ones, as pain laced through my body and my knees weakened.
The floor swayed under my feet as agony burned through me.
I heard Killian’s horrified roar…
Before the world went black.
A MARRIAGE OF HATE: Chapter 11 – The End
Killian?
I saw the flash of platinum blonde hair as Julianna stumbled in front of me. It happened too quickly for me to make sense of it.
There was a gunshot and my whole body flinched. I expected pain, but it was only cold dread filling my chest.
A mean fist gripped my heart as Julianna crumpled to the ground, listlessly.
No. My heart stammered.
With a roar, I turned on Simon, aiming for his head.
I didn’t think twice before I pulled the trigger.
One single shot. Right between his brows.
Simon’s lips parted with a quiet gasp and he stumbled back before his body fell backward.
My attention flew back to Julianna and I fell to my knees, beside her limp body.
Terror seized me. My stomach twisted painfully at the sight of b lood soaking through the top of her dress.
I couldn’t tell exactly where she got shot because there was just so much bl ood.
“Jules,” I said, my voice cracking. It felt like every part of me was breaking.
No. This couldn’t be happening.
I tried to tell myself that she might be fine, that she would survive this… maybe the wound was superficial.
But my mind wasn’t working right. I couldn’t think because all I could focus on was how much she was bl eeding.
There was too much blood, it had to be a fatal wound.
A small guttural cry escaped my throat. In the end, I couldn’t protect her. I failed her.
My Julianna. My wife. I had been careless and she paid the price.
But why… why the fvck did she get in the middle of Simon and me? Why did she jump in front of me…?
Julianna took the bullet that was meant for me.
The realization of that crushed my soul and my heart bled.
Raw sounds of anguish tore through me as I gathered Julianna in my arms and pulled her close to my chest.
Her breathing was too shallow, almost like she was taking her last breath.
“Julianna? Open your eyes, Princess.”
My hands shook, cold blood flowing through my veins. I wouldn’t survive this. I lost her once, I couldn’t lose her again.
Not when we just found each other after so much suffering.
Julianna wanted to re-write our story.
She wanted a happy ending, and just this morning, I was thinking of how to make her dreams come true.
How to give her our own version of happily ever after.
I didn’t want to live if she died. I couldn’t bear the loss of her again.
I can’t…
“Why?” My voice quivered. “Why, Julianna? Please, wake up. Open your eyes, show me those gorgeous grey eyes of yours, Princess.”
Somewhere in the house, there were more gunshots and I brought Julianna closer to me, her blood soaking through my own shirt.
My mind wasn’t processing the situation the way it should be.
I heard voices. Familiar voices.
My vision was blurred and I couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than my wife in my arms, her body cold and limp.
I wanted to prolong this moment with Julianna, if it was to be our final one.
Someone called out loudly and more voices joined in.
I didn’t realize they were speaking to me until someone nudged my shoulders, shaking me.
My eyes darted to Samuel, not really seeing him. He watched me grimly. My chest filled with a stark desolation that made it hard for me to breathe.
Samuel reached for Julianna and that was when I went absolutely ballistic. I lost my mind, fighting him while I clutched my wife to my chest.
I wasn’t going to let him take her away from me. I couldn’t.
“We have to get her to the hospital, ASAP,” he said, almost frantic.
My brain stuttered. “W-what?”
He made an impatient sound in the back of his throat.
“She’s bleeding a lot, but her chance of survival depends on how fast we can get her help.”
My mind was slow at trying to make sense of his words. It felt like there was a hand digging into my chest, a heavy fist closing around my heart. Squeezing.
Samuel was talking about bringing her to the hospital. He said survival, which meant…
They weren’t taking her away from me because she was dead. He was trying to help her. Help me.
Samuel took Julianna from me, gathering her in his arms, and he stood up.
He was already stalking away before I could fully process his words. My heart hammered in my chest like a wild thing. Julianna was alive and fighting for her life.
I clung, almost desperately, to the sliver of hope that seemed to burrow itself into the marrow of my being. I got to my feet, staggering after Samuel.
I barely focused on the bodies lying around the house or the others outside in the front yard.
Swallowing the acidic bile in my mouth, I got in the car and Samuel relinquished his hold on Julianna. He placed her on my lap and my wife was my sole focus.
I watched her chest, slowly moving up and down, as she breathed faintly.
Her face was too pale, her scars looking more pronounced against her clammy skin.
The drive to the nearest hospital lasted an eternity. But I made sure to put pressure on her wound, trying to stop it from bleeding.
Once we reached the hospital, I carried her inside. Everything happened quickly then.
The nurses loaded her onto a stretcher and I watched, helplessly, as they took my wife away from me.
I felt almost disconnected from reality. Maybe it was from the shock… I didn’t know. I just couldn’t seem to think straight.
But I knew one thing for sure.
I didn’t want a life where there was no Julianna.
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Julianna?
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I jerked awake, almost like I had been dragged from a nightmare. But I couldn’t… remember what my nightmare was about. My brain was fuzzy and eerily quiet.
My eyes darted around the strange room and I realized that I was in a hospital.
Why…?
When my gaze finally landed on Killian’s grief-stricken face, the memories came flooding back to me.
The kidnapping.
The truth about my father…
And Simon’s gun pointed at Killian.
My chest burned fiercely and I winced.
“Killian…?” I whimpered. My tongue felt swollen and sore in my throat. It actually hurt.
His eyes were bloodshot, agony written all over his weary face.
His hand gripped mine tighter and his chest rattled with a sharp inhale – as if he could finally breathe.
He blinked once then twice, before swallowing hard.
“You scared me, Princess,” he said, his raspy voice cracking. “You scared the life out of me. Don’t do that… ever again. Please.”
“You protect me,” I croaked. “I protect you. That’s how a relationship works, right?”
Killian’s jaw locked and he shook his head sharply.
“No, Julianna. You can’t. I fvcking died a thousand deaths watching you lay so helplessly in this bed for the last five days, not knowing if you were going to make it or not.”
“I’m alive,” I breathed, trying to pacify my husband.
“Barely,” he gritted out. “While the bullet missed your heart, it punctured a lung. You barely survived that wound, Princess.” Killian squeezed his eyes shut, before scrubbing a hand over his face.
“I almost lost you. Again.”
I laced my fingers through his, firmly squeezing his hand.
“I’m sorry I made you go through that. But I’m not sorry for taking that bullet. My chest hurts, but I’m fine.”
Even as I said the words, my other hand cupped my still-flat stomach. For a moment, panic and h©rror washed through me. Tears welled up in my eyes. My baby.
Oh God.
Killian’s hand slid over mine. My chin trembled as I choked back a cry. But it was the look of tenderness on my husband’s face that kept me from panicking even more.
“You were showing early signs of a miscarriage after your surgery, but our baby is fine now. Nestled safely inside your womb,” Killian confirmed.
He said our baby.
I could see the look of pure relief on his face as he spoke those words, as if he hadn’t only been worrying about me – but he also feared losing our baby.
“You knew?”
He nodded. “I found the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.”
“I never even got a chance to look at it before Simon…” I snapped my jaw shut and swallowed down a cry. “What happened to Simon?”
“He’s dead,” Killian deadpanned.
I nodded, figuring as much, without him having to tell me.
But I wanted to hear the words. My heart pained for Simon; he was just another casualty in Bishop Romano’s scheme.
“Killian, there’s something I need to tell you about my father.”
His eyes darkened and he worked his jaw back and forth, grounding his teeth together. But he, otherwise, stayed quiet as I began to tell him what Bishop revealed to me.
I didn’t spare any details. I told my husband everything, including Bishop’s illegal business.
“Now that I know his truth, he won’t let me live. I will always be in danger unless–”
A dangerous sound rumbled through Killian’s chest. “He will never harm you again.”
“But–”
“The world knows his truth now,” Killian said.
I blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”
His hand squeezed mine. “Though you didn’t get a chance to tell me the truth before, you did say that your father wanted you dead. I was able to investigate further, to dig deeper into Bishop’s life. I found the truth two days ago.”
“You were able to find evidence about his illegal businesses?” I gasped.
“How?”
His lips twitched. “You seem to forget that my father used to be the President of the United States. The Spencer family has a lot of connections, Princess,” Killian said.
“My father was able to pull a few strings and we enlisted all the help at our disposal to get Bishop’s truth out in front of the world.”
“What does that mean for Bishop? Has he been arrested?” I asked, scared to be hopeful.
“An arrest warrant has been issued for Bishop Romano,” Killian confirmed, his voice growing rough.
“But he went into hiding. He’s one of the most wanted fugitives in America right now. The FBI is on him and it doesn’t matter where he hides, the whole country is looking for him.”
I nodded slowly, trying to process all of what he just told me.
Though my wound burned fiercely, my chest ached for a whole other reason. I thought of the cruel death that my mother and sister suffered… only because Bishop’s ego had been bruised.
My mother might have cheated, but the penalty of that should have never been death.
I licked my dry lips, focusing on Killian again.
“If Bishop isn’t my father…then who is?” I questioned hoarsely.
“He said that my mother had an affair with her bodyguard, but where will I find him? I don’t know if he is even alive. Knowing Bishop now for who he truly is, he would have already hunted my real father down.”
Killian leaned forward, brushing his lips over my furrowed brow. He kssed my forehead with such tenderness that it brought tears to my eyes.
“He was closer than you would think. Always has been,” he muttered. “Your father is here, waiting for you to wake up.”
“What?” I breathed shakily. “You found my father?”
“Well, not exactly. He found you, Princess.”
“You’re not making any sense,” I whispered, my heart pounding and blood rushing between my ears.
Instead of responding, Killian quickly sent out a text.
A moment later, the door to my hospital room opened. A man walked in, dressed in a suit.
Tall, strong hands and a familiar face, eyes that I recognized and a smile I knew so well.
“Gideon?” I gulped and practically choked out his name.
“Hello, Julianna,” he said, taking a step closer. His voice was calm and smooth, but thick with emotion.
My eyes darted to Killian, looking at him for confirmation, and he gave me a single nod.
My stomach twisted, fluttering with disbelief.
“How?” I questioned softly.
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