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Yes, I had imagined Dayana begging for forgiveness multiple times, but never knew it would actually happen.

“We did it because Castle killed our parents in front of us. Do you know how traumatic that was? He took everything...” She reached out to take my hands. “Please Millie, talk to him, or they might end up killing each other.”

I snatched my hand away. “It’s none of my business. Now, please leave me alone.”

I had never seen Dayana so heartbroken, and part of me knew she was planning something. Devin was probably on this too, but I was smarter than that to trust either of the siblings.

They wanted Castle to have his guard down so they could strike again.

After midnight, the bedroom door opened, and Castle walked inside.

“Hey.” I smiled at him sleepily.

“Hey, darling.” He greeted, kissing my forehead. “I thought you would be asleep.”

“I was waiting for you.”

He was shirtless as he collapsed on the bed and beckoned for me to come to him. I giggled and joined him in bed. He kissed me slowly, sensuously, his tongue working the magic as usual. With his other hand, he pulled out a wrapped box and handed it to me.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Look for yourself.”

I tore the wrapper and inside there was a beautiful maroon satin gown. “It’s lovely.”

“I want you to wear this right now.”

I laughed, “Right now?”

“Yeah.”

I disrobed and pulled on the one he’d bought for me. “Thank you, baby.”

“I know I’ve been a major asshole and haven’t given you much time...”

He was saying something more, but my eyes were drowsy, and he probably noticed that because he chuckled, “Get some sleep.” He placed open-mouthed kisses over my cheek and neck. My fingers dug into his hair. “We’re taking it slow.”

“Hmmm...” I mumbled. As much as I wanted Castle to keep doing what he was doing, I was also dead tired from having a lack of sleep.

I don’t know when I fell asleep in Castle’s arms. I buried my face in his chest, and inhaled his familiar body-wash scent, grazing the light trail of hair on his stomach, and tracing hischiseled abs. I was drugged with this feeling. He was mine and I would happily die for this man.

The old grandfather clock downstairs chimed.

That’s when I heard the sound of a gun cocking.

I looked up in time to see a barrel of a handgun pointed towards us in the darkness.

In the silver moonlight streaming from the window, I noticed the triumph look on Devin’s handsome face.

“It ends here.” He said in a deadly whisper.

THIRTY-NINE

I blinked my eyes,trying to adjust my vision in the dark.

I was wide awake by now, and Devin stood there, hovering over us, aiming the gun at me and Castle, “Stop harboring any illusions that I won’t shoot because I will.”

“Why are you doing this?!” I asked.

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