The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 586

Brendan swiftly apprehended Landon and immediately dialed Jonas' cell, reporting with a sense of , "Sir, I've got Landon."

"Good job." Jonas nodded, his face an emotionless mask. He made his way down from the rooftop to a room he had reserved earlier.

After a considerable while, Jonas emerged from the room with an icy expression, hopped into his car parked outside the hotel, and drove toward the coastal villa. The journey was smooth, with little traffic, and it took Jonas just over ten minutes to reach the villa by the sea. He parked the car, stepped out, and leisurely pushed open the door to the villa.

Inside the living room, Elisea, whom he hadn't seen in two days, was waiting on the sofa, looking as menacing as a bloodthirsty demon. When she saw Jonas walk in, she bit her lower lip fiercely, as if steeling herself for what was to come. Slowly, she raised her head, and with a swift motion of her hand, she sent a flurry toward Jonas’ chest.

In the blink of an eye, four slender, hair-thin silver needles embedded themselves precisely into Jonas’ chest. Jonas grunted, unable to utter a word, and simply gazed at Elisea, watching as her face turned ashen.

Elisea stepped toward Jonas, pulled out a small dagger she always carried, and as tears streamed down her face, she sobbed, "Jonas, I'm sorry, but | have to save my mom. Killing you was a last resort. Once I've made sure she's safe, I'll give you my life in return. My hands are already stained with countless sins. | deserve to face the law. I'm sorry!"

With that, she closed her eyes tightly and thrust the dagger into Jonas’ chest.

Crimson blood oozed slowly from Jonas’ wound. Not until she was certain Jonas was lifeless did Elisea extract her dagger and walk out of the villa in a daze. At that moment, she felt a slight pain in her heart, as if she had lost the most precious thing in the world.

She couldn't look back at Jonas’ face lying on the ground, feeling utterly unworthy to meet his gaze. Her hands were tainted with blood, a symbol of her guilt and disgrace.

Elisea staggered out of the villa, her steps unsteady as if she might collapse at any moment. When she finally left the warmth of the villa behind, she saw a car parked not too far ahead.

With no interest in the vehicle, Elisea continued forward, her expression cold, and the blood from her sharp dagger dripping drop by drop.

The person who stepped out of the car parked near the villa was Madeline, who had been tailing Jonas for two days. Her wedding had been ruined by Elisea, and she was furious, determined to confront the wretched woman who had destroyed her nuptials and happiness.

However, Madeline didn't expect to encounter Elisea, dagger in hand and dripping with blood. Although Madeline was usually haughty, she had an innate fear of blood. She quickly retreated, putting distance between herself and Elisea, then yelled, "Hey! Are you Max's mommy?"

Elisea glanced at Madeline with icy indifference, not bothering to respond or even to understand what she was saying. She continued toward the distant shore.

Madeline felt a chill down her spine from Elisea's gaze and feared that she might be the next victim of the bloodied dagger. She watched Elisea walk away and muttered to herself, wondering if she had just encountered a madwoman.

Once Elisea was far enough, Madeline, still processing the purpose of her visit, calmed her racing heart and walked toward the villa by the sea. As she entered the villa, Madeline was hit by a pungent smell of blood. Her heart raced as she slowly proceeded inside.

Just at the entrance to the living room, she saw Jonas lying in a pool of blood, and she let out a piercing scream, "Jonas, what's happened to you?! Wake up, please, wake up!"

Her cries were shrill and heart-wrenching, reaching the ears of Elisea outside. Elisea frowned slightly, bit her lip, and continued her determined walk away from the villa.

Back inside, only Madeline remained, sobbing uncontrollably as she looked at the lifeless Jonas, her cries echoing through the space.

After leaving the villa, Elisea hailed a taxi to the docks. However, not long after getting in the taxi, she realized she was being followed.

On high alert, Elisea flung open the car door and rolled out, startling the driver, who slammed on the brakes, wondering why someone would go to such extremes over a fare.

Elisea tumbled to the ground, then sprang up and scaled the nearest wall, disappearing over it with grace.

Brendan signaled for his car to stop and, with his men, chased after Elisea, leaping over walls in hot pursuit.

Elisea knew the news of Jonas’ death must have spread. She wished she could surrender but knew sh

ensure h motes Satety first HeRreue could pay the debt of Jonas’ life. She moved skillfully across the rooftops until she found herself on the second floor of a villa. The area was open and strangely familiar. Please read the original content at .

Before she could escape from the rooftop, a three-year-old boy appeared on the second-floor balcony. The boy's eyes lit up when he saw Elisea. Without a hint of fear, he asked in his childish voice, "Are you like a Spider-Woman? Did you just fly down from the roof?"

Elisea had no interest in the child. She found a good spot and prepared to leap to the roof to escape. The little boy shook his head. "Okay, no sense of humor. Pretty lady, are those guys outside chasing you?"

From her vantage point, Elisea saw Brendan and his men closing in and nodded subconscious! Foreania | reas Been ghétOok a Careful look into the eyes of this little boy, Elisea felt as though she were being pulled into a whirlpool, an inexplicable urge to protect and be near him overwhelming her. Please read the original content at .

The boy tilted his head back to gaze at Elisea, his voice a mix of innocence and determination. "Don't worry. I'll take care of them. Hurry, hide in my room, and don't come out, okay?”

Staring at the little tyke, who was still dewy with childhood, Elisea's heart melted into a softness she couldn’ resist. Against henkettsudgment, spp raided the little guy's advice and slipped into the sanctuary of his small room. Still, she couldn't shake off her anxiety completely. Stealthily, she peeped through the crack in the door, her eyes vigilantly tracking any movement outside. Please read the original content at .

Elisea watched as the little boy squared his shoulders and marched down the corridor, disappearing from her sight like a miniature grown-up taking on the world. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.